I'll fake a fight with you if we can make up at Phillippe's afterwards.
I'll go first:
I'd like Triplet Daddy right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there in the O.C., with all the other rich people, and I want him brought right here with a big ribbon on his head. And, I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no good, rotten, floor-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed, sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah! Where's the Tylenol?
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