It's just too easy, mah friend. You're like an open wound; split and vulnerable. All veiny and such. Bloody and pooled, just waiting for me to BBQ some salty ass chicken on. Lots of salt.
I apologize for the last two sentences. I'm very high. And you're not at all like a wound. Unless it's one of THOSE wounds...
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Not in a culinary Hannibal way, mind you.
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You's a funny guy. You makuh me laughuh.
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I apologize for the last two sentences. I'm very high. And you're not at all like a wound. Unless it's one of THOSE wounds...
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