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Everything is always my fault! I ruin everything!
So go ahead, blame me. I'm used to it.
- I crawled your ass at the tire store this morning, didn't I, OP?
Cheeky tire jockey!
- Yup. Fresh as a spring breeze until YOU came around, OP.
- Oh, yeah. It's you all right.
- You are why WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!
- Brandon? Is that you?
- That's okay, you like what happens when you are a baaaad boy!
- I'll take that as a heartfelt apology.
- OP = George W. Bu$h, Inc.
- Bieb, you've just got to come down off the drugs and things will get better.
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