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***.
Jesus, baby, you look terrible.
Well, that's because I got into a fight because of you and your ways.
Look, I know this has been *** you.
This has been so *** me.
Let's just forget about all this.
Let's just start over, put everything behind us and just start brand new.
Just let bygones be bygones?
Yeah.
You can go and have a little hand job party at work,
And then have *** intercourse with the hero of my life,
And then 'cause it doesn't work out the way you want it to,
You're just gonna come back to me and everything's gonna be hunky-dory.
Do you wanna know why I cheated on you?
Hmm?
Take a good look in the *** mirror.
You wear this piece of *** outfit for real!
This isn't a uniform, this is a costume!
You're the king of the dumbest *** kingdom!
I want you to take a good look at that ring on your finger,
And then take a good look at me!
And you tell me, are you really ready to give this up?
Let me think about that for a second.
Okay, I've thought about it.
And I think my answer to that question
Is gonna have to be, "*** you."
*** me?
I don't care if you wake up in a ditch
With grown men *** on you and jumping on top of your head.
Maybe your nose will turn into a big old *** and you can stroke that all the time.
I hope your hair turns into dog *** one day.
You wake up and you run your comb through it,
And all that it is, is little trundles of dog ***.
The worst *** that you could imagine.
Aids.
It's cool. Everything comes around, sweetheart.
What are you doing?
I'm relieving myself.
Jesus!