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Motherfucker you're built like the rain I cannot fuck this shit for like the creepy ice cream from the rain like please don't call my phone my phone damn
I don't know, dude. It's kind of gross, like, what's going on in the foreground here? It kind of looks like your fucking junkie's house, dude. Like, what, are you shooting up in there? Make sure you got some fucking Narcan, dude. Clean that shit up.