Fekkin A Jase! I wasn't jealous of your job until now. Guns are the future baby.
Alex now has to take me to a Hooter's, bull rodeo, Indy 500, rifle range and of course Dairy Queen.
Before me and Heather steal the car and credit cards and fuck off to Las Vegas leaving a trail of destruction and death, of course.
Jase. Shouldn't you have been standing a little more into that shot? Your fucking shoulder must be sore..?
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