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T: "sleepy" is so much cuter than "tired" so from now on everyone is legally required to say "sleepy" instead
J: I'm so fucking sleepy of your shit

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J: How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?
T: You haven't said you're sorry
J: I know, I was hoping the number would be zero

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T: Let's watch the ice skating tournament this weekend
J: I didn't know you followed ice skating
T: Well, sometimes the skaters fall

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J: You're stopping a felony and I'm committing one. Remember when we used to have movie night?

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T: DOCTOR BEEFTON HAS ARRIVED AND HE HAS A PHD IN DEATH
T: as well as a doctorate in philosophy and modern linguistics

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J: One problem has been solved but a new one arises

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T: Verily, I say unto thee, lay thine eyes upon the field in which my fucks are grown and behold that it is barren
T: - Mood, 24:7

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J: Fuck not the wasps!!
J: Meet me behind the alley Tom Nook!!
J: No Stitches!! Why did you move away!!?

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T: two bangs, three aderalls, one brain cell
T: what the fuckkk
T: guess what I had for breakfast?
T: bang
T: guess what I had for lunch?
T: bang
T: guess what I had for dinner?
T: a felony

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J: I just thought he needed to listen to common sense and reasonable discourse
T: Please tell me those aren't the names of your fists
J: I can tell you no such thing

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T: u used me as a meme u owe me 5 dollars

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J: Patrol with Roy is the wildest thing
J: Roy @ criminals: prepare to be fucked by the long dick of the law

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T: I'm a snail and god is salting me

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J: confusion consumes me

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T: when you count, your lips don't touch until 1 million

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J: Look up "idiot" in the dictionary. You know what you'll find?
T: A picture of me?
J: No, the definition of "idiot," which you fucking are

---- [Proof god is dead] ----

R: @God are you seeing this bullshit
D: WAIT
God: Fucking unbelievable, if I may say.

God has left chat [Proof God Is Dead].

R: WHAT THE FUCK
W: H O LY MO L Y
T: HOLY FUCK
J: W HO MST WAS THAT WHAT THE FUCK
D: DAMMIT ROY, I SAID WAIT 

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J: I don't like it
T: What a surprise, Jay doesn't like something again
R: What is it this time?
W: Mints?
D: The Olympics?
T: Puppies?

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D: Watching Timmy freak out about liking Jay was like watching my situation with Wally, but in third person.

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