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donger...
I presume you know the man-code? since you're a genetic Limey, I'll concede you missed a chapter or two.
When your buddy is heartbroken, your job is to help him call her names, get him drunk and give him advice.....only a chic would not help him be bitter, and talk about what nice hair she had and how lonely he'll be without her.
Duh.
Screw that u neck nag III....she'd have gotten her mama's fat arse anyway.
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