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October 19, 2005

D: Chill Pill

You're driving me frickin' crazy. The rent's due, the repos are on my ass about the car, we gots to eat and you want a pony? A pony? What the frick are we gonna do with a pony? We gonna dump the car and ride around town all day getting groceries we can't afford, to feed another mouth at the end of the day? Why can't you think? Just like your mother with her stoopid ideas, let’s have a baby, let’s get a Lexus, let’s try this radical new drugs testing regime where we make $1,000 a week

Frickin' pony.

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