American Dirtbags Page #11

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many d*cks inside of you

you're gonna look like a god

damned Dave Mathews concert.

Did you order pizza?

I'm kidding, it's the

cops you f***in' a**hole.

I'm gonna go grab that.

And who the f*** are you?

- Mmm, you don't

remember me, cocksucker.

- No, rude.

- Let me refresh your memory.

- What the

f*** is wrong with you,

oh my god.

- Oh my god, what the f***.

This is for every girl

you've ever split on.

Pretty much every female

in the entire race

that you've ever f***ed over.

What the f***?

- Even after

all the people I killed

and enemies I made,

lives that I shattered,

I never thought I was gonna die.

Death is such a hard concept

to wrap our heads around,

even to that last breath,

that last fluttering

thought in your head,

you don't really think that

you're not gonna make it.

And then, you're dead.

The great mysteries of life

are finally revealed to you.

Or maybe they're not, but

just like everyone else,

there's no one you can tell.

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