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Bert: "So... those Blade Runner panties of yours."
Gerard: "Excuse me?"
Gerard: "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Bert: "Oh wait... they were your wife's panties."
Gerard: "How about we don't discuss my wife's underwear."
Bert: "Because it's disrespectful to her or because of what Party Poison did with them?"
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FUCKER
Fanfic2017-2018 It's been 12? 12 fucking years. And I still hate you. *This is presented a little differently than usual. Hope you enjoy.*
