"Whoa, now, Rookie! Why in the world would I go callin' you up, tryin' to throw theology an' come-ons at you all at once? First off, I ain't interested in you like that, yo. You just ain't my type. An' second? The only god I ever talk to anybody about is Shiva, when I'm cussin' about her frozen blue tits."
"Whoa, wait, present? Is it your birthday? Hmm, I've got some psychedelic froggies if you'd like. You'll only get my Arthur autograph if you pry it from my cold dead fingers, which...well, you will in a few months, right?"
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Haven't I had you listen to that lecture on sexual harassment in the work place? That being said... I wouldn't object to leather pants.
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You care about my clothes so little that you have to ring me up about them? Man, what is with girls and fashion?
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"What? What did I do that was so disgusting?"
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"Whoa, now, Rookie! Why in the world would I go callin' you up, tryin' to throw theology an' come-ons at you all at once? First off, I ain't interested in you like that, yo. You just ain't my type. An' second? The only god I ever talk to anybody about is Shiva, when I'm cussin' about her frozen blue tits."
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"They're really nice tits, yo."
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"Whoa, wait, present? Is it your birthday? Hmm, I've got some psychedelic froggies if you'd like. You'll only get my Arthur autograph if you pry it from my cold dead fingers, which...well, you will in a few months, right?"
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