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Id stop the car, shoot the old bag in the chest, takes longer to die that way, bash my old friends head in with a ball peen hammer, I never liked him anyway, take the hott bitch back to my lair and throw her down in the cellar and torture her for about a year and then let her go so she can write a book about it. Then commit sucide by cop when they come to get me, Ill take as many of them as I can before they get me.
Yes I am feeling particularly nasty today.
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I was not born to live a mans life, but to be the stuff of future memory.
3 can keep a secret if 2 are dead.
I've never been nice my whole life....but, I'll do my best to be sweet.
I keep my standards low, so I'm never disappointed.
The next words out of your mouth better be some Mark Twain shit, cos' I am going to be chiseling it on your tombstone.
Trample the weak, Hurdle the dead.
Forgive your enemies......after they are slain.
The God I believe in aint short of cash mister.
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