Sweat and fat. Ash tipping while you cut the tomato. I said I wanted garlic sauce. Why do you ask me again? What do you think I am. One of those guys who wants the chicken with no onions, no sauce and could you please cut that in half? I want it normal.
I'm really drunk and a little bit stoned but I'm not your bunny. I gave you a twenty, now I expect change.
Where is everybody?
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