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| This is my bro, Johnny. We've known each other since Kindergarten, when, judging by the age gap, he was the principal. |
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| We grab a convenient car to drive away from the courthouse. The police are kind enough to give us a 13 car escort away from the scene. |
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| We arrive at the Forgive and Forget--Your One-Stop Shop for Salvation in a Flash! Here the police leave us. |
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| They are busy anyway after my attempt at learning how to drive. |
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| OHBOY A crib of my own. |
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| I notice part of the prison I have recently occupied is also for rent. One day... |
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| Johnny Gat jacks another car then leaves me in the rain to check in with his girlfriend Aisha. It's time to make a quick buck. |
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| He says property values are way too high. He hasn't been able to move real estate for months. He has access to a sewage truck, so he wants me to...you know. |
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| Actually, no. What? What are you implying here? |
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| You have got to be joking. |
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| You need to devalue real estate, and this is the first plan that springs to mind? |
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| Crack heads immediately move into the neighborhood and start a synchronized pilates routine. |
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| Now that it's stopped raining...both kinds...now that it stops raining you want me to come over. |
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| No one will give me a car. You are clearly too dead to drive. Let me in! :( |
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| Some day I will own this lighthouse... |
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| Classy neighborhood. |
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| Oh, right. It's my neighborhood. |
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| 'Sup boys. Nice of you to hold down the fort all this time. |
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| So...this is the "office area." |
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| A whole night of sewage spraying, and I don't even have enough to replace the bed. Thug #1 doesn't want me to anyway. He thinks this option is simply too Mustard. Perhaps a Dull Wheat or a Flaxen Whisper would be better? I'm too tired to argue and just fall asleep. |
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