Your box is full, homo.

Aight, damn, hold on babe.

There you go.

Don't ever write to me again without cleaning out your box. You're lucky I was able to copy what I had typed. I wasn't about to type it all again!!

You're talking to me in the wrong tone, do it again, I'll stab you in the face with a soldering iron.....is that right, let me ask you something..........Does your mother sew?................BBOOOMMM!....tell er to sew dat!

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