- "been trying to reach outto you all day. are we on for tonight?" [sighs]jeez. - what?you can't catch me. you can't catch me.
Dog Urine Killing Grass, i'm lance moore.touchdown, bitch. what?pause. [phone chimes] oh, shoot.
keegan's been texting me. "sorry, dude,missed your texts. "i assumed we'd meet at the bar. whatever.i don't care." - "sorry, dude,missed your texts. "whatever. i don't care"? what the fuck is his problem? "do you even want to hang out?" - "do you even wantto hang out?"
oh, that's considerate. "like i said, whatever." - "like i said, whatever"? fuck this guy. jesus, "you..." - "are fucking priceless." aww."you're the..." - "one who's fucking priceless"? this m--
this motherfucker here. oh, he wants to--okay, mm-hmm. mm-hmm.okay. "you want to go..." - "right now?" hmm. guess i could do that. [clears throat] "okay..."
- "okay, let's go"? he said oka--"okay, let's go"? all right, you know what? you know what?"you want to really..." - "do this now?"keegan, you nut. you're not putting me out. - "fuck yeah, let's do it"? oh, you fucking asshole! - "first round's mine."
- oh, no!oh, no! there ain't gonna beno rounds, asshole! it's gonna bea fucking street fight! this son of a-- - ♪ 'cause tonight we gonnaparty and the party don't stop ♪ - you! - buddy! like i said, first round's mine. a beer and a gimletfor my partner right--
what's that? - uh, i-i got youa baseball bat with nails in it. - for my post-apocalypticjackie robinson costume. how did you know?
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