Horror: Lust, I'm calling you out
Lust: What?
Horror: You have got one HELL OF AN ASS
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Cil: *talking to friend* Yeah I'll see if you can sleep over
Cil: *yelling at his parents* Oi cockheads! The lads are comin round tonight and we're gettin on the fuckin sauce, you wankers have a choice, you can either join us or get the fuck out.
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PJ: Cil can you say 'how are you?'
7 y/o Cil: How's it goin cunt?
PJ: No, say 'how are you?'
Fresh: How's it goin cunt?!
PJ: Fresh N O
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Ink: Roses are red
Fresh: Babies on planes keep whining
Error: My mental health is rapidly declining
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Dream: Cross what are you doing?
Cross: *laying on his back holding a goose in both hands* I'm bench pressing a goose
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Person: Why are you in the army? You're so hot, you should be a player instead.
Fell Pallete: I'm disturbed. I think putting a bullet through someones head is better..
Person: *stares in shock*
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Genie Sans: You have 3 wishes but there are some rules. No wishing for love, no wishing for dead people to come back to life and no wishing for more wishes
Person: I wish to fuck you
Genie Sans:
Person:
Genie: There are 4 rules-
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Blue: what if the voice inside your head is your soulmates?
Ink: well then my soulmate is a
Ink: fucking a s s h o l e
