We walked for three days and three nights to ask this guy the meaning of life and when we got there he goes, “Welcome, I’ve been expecting you” and we were like, “Holy fucking shit, a talking dog.”
That little smirk may have saved your ass when Aunt Barbara caught you trying to take the cat into the bathroom with you when you were eight, but it's about to make things way worse with the towering coked-up gino whose girlfriend you just goosed.
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