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Trav tells me that you guys filled his head with tall tales
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about how great you guys are in the sack.
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- We're gonna tell him the truth. Me first. - Please don't.
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Trav, I'm bad at sex.
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There's a lot of thrashin' and thumpin',
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But nothin' really gets done. I'm like a broken dishwasher.
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- Andy, you're up. - Okay, fine.
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I get such pre-sex jitters
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that I have to do a confidence dance.
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G-man, take us home.
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I get so terrified of living up to expectations,
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that my butt gets really cold.