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Mable: do you even think about me anymore? ::tear::
Mable: the kids miss you
Mable: when are you coming home?
Carl: ahh after i stop at the bar to pound a few back
Mable: why am i not surprised?
Mable: i thought this was going to stop!
Carl: i cant help it
Mable: we havent dry humped in forever!
Carl: i know, maybe later
Mable: i cant wait any longer
Mable: you are the best ive ever had
Carl: alright, there best be dinner on the table afterword
Mable: hot pockets
Carl: good, if not i'd raise hell
Mable: you drunk asshole
Carl: dont sass me woman or i'll bust your lip
Carl: woman, you been screwin around behind my back, now im gonna have to set you right
Mable: all you do is go out and drink and clutter my house
Mable: you still havent fixed the roof on the trailor
Mable: it leaks on me when im watchin my programs
Carl: always bitchin, your cookin sucks
Carl: do the damn dishes
Mable: i dont need no damn dishes clean all we do is eat hot pockets
Mable: bring how some money and maybe we can afford them fancing tv dinners
Carl: how abouts you just go down to save a lot and steal some
Carl: then maybe you'd be good for somethin
Mable: i already been caught stealin from the save o mart..i aint gettin caught again at the save a lot..they the only ones be takin our food stamps
Carl: shiet i need thems food stamps to buy my cigars
Mable: i told you to quit with them fancy cigars..you damn near burned the trailor down last time you passed out wit one dem things in your hand
Carl: shut up woman, dont make me get the bowlin ball
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