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Dr. Green, telephone, please.
Yeah. No, try to get some sleep.
All right, I won't call you that, you Hitler Nazi piece of shit.
Don't worry, she's dying. Yeah, no hope. Really sad.
So we start killing all of them. And they were like:
Holy shit, I hit you right in the white-guilt muscle, didn't I?
And I always see her, and she's like, just:
The results from that test don't come in until tomorrow.
Are you being serious right now? Yeah, look over there.
And when I wake up in the morning, I just-- I'm-- I just sit there and I'm like:
"What happened?" America happened.
She had never been to any city before, and we're picking her up...
Well, they didn't take it back, certainly, but they changed their minds...
He hasn't even been shot yet.
And that's also bad for sex, because I just sweat--
First of all, I don't believe you. Second of all, that's still racist.
"I guess. I guess, just do it. I don't know.
And we pass this homeless guy, and she sees him.
That's how bad it was.
What about this? Jesus Christ!
What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?
And so she came down to visit her cousin, my friend, in the city...
Ha, ha. Liberal fag. Yeah, okay, Himmler.
...and I don't know ******* why, but....
She takes a knee.
You will start feeling better very soon.
I mean, can we quit calling Obama the first black president?
And my dad hung himself in front of me whilst masturbating.
God.