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Wow, that's one daffy broad. If that's what she's like while getting her face layered in felon-seed, can you imagine what a casual conversation over a meal would be like?

"I'm having a salad. Oh my God, I said salad. Can you toss it? Heehee. Look, an old corvette. Too bad it ain't black because that could be the batmobile. Oh my God, that should be my car! I'm a superhero. Vrooom Vrooom! I cruise through the street, stopping crime and buying toenail clippers and Gordon Lightfoot box sets. Oh my God, Lightfoot. Could you imagine lighting your foot on fire? Anyone got a match? Heehee. Wait, I can't burn, I'm a superhero! My only weakness is a rock from the planet Crack. That Crack rock killed my momma, but it ain't gonna take me. I can fly, it can't catch me! Bad rock! Bad rock! Oh sorry, did you say something a minute ago about your family burning to death in a car crash?"

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I used to think like that sometimes hungover after binge drinking, but I would never actually ennunciate the words...no, they just bounced around in my head like one of those early 80's gameshow boards before contestant number 2 hits his/her plunger....