Kiss my ass you sorry sack of shit bowe. Become consistent and stop dropping the easy passes and then I might respect you a little more.
Oh, and stop pointing to your ****ing name you dipshit.
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My dear girl, there are some things that just aren’t done. Such as, drinking Dom Perignon ’53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.
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