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is 'cause we go way back.
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Damn, Jimmie.
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You should be a racecar driver.
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Nah, I'd rather be a tap dancer.
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Shutty. You're a driver.
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Please don't banish me back to the I.T. Annex.
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Calm down, chicken wing. Mistakes happen.
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It's like the time I went hunting with my friend.
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We'll call him Dick.
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He got super wasted and shot a guy in the face.
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Now Ol' Dickie wanted to cap him again
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and bury him in the woods,