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For the record, I am not afraid that Santa could kick my ass.
Birdie, I have something for you.
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Are there any of you I can't pick up at a fucking K Mart? -
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Okay.
Fastest way to repair a stone statue? Go. -
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All that fireworks shit going off? Let me tell you who's to blame:
This thing, Armand.
It doesn't come with a leash or a muzzle. For fuck's sake somebody kennel it.
And I have a DVR for sale. Sweetest deal gets it. -
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One of you bastards needs to tell me why I'm making this man dinner. -
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I'm restless. I'm tired.
That's a contradiction if you couldn't tell.
I need to get this fucking song out of my head: I'm a dinosaur, somebody's digging my bones.
I'm not old, yet.
It's quiet for the start of October. -
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There's no fucking difference. Just a tighter fit. I didn't know you have a fishnet fetish, Knox.
PS. Faye. Nothing's easier than self-deceit. For the record; I swallow. -
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You know I've been here for two whole fucking years and a week? I can count every single one of them ( Read more... ) -
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Fuck Casablanca.
Fuck Bonnie & Clyde.
Fuck Titanic.
Fuck Sleepless in Seattle.
Fuck Gone With the Wind.
Fuck Ghost.
Fuck Pretty Woman.
Fuck Dirty Dancing.
Fuck Grease.
And fuck West Side Story!
I need a gun. Now.
[ooc: Cuffed to The Romantic!]
