I can only hope to attain this level of coolness. Listen to the whole thing.
Mascots are not just for promotion anymore.
Be careful what you wish for.
My Ma would beat me down.
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How did you get that private phone call I made to my future baby mama?
PS She did call back after the second message, it turns out I was right, her mother did have cancer and she was at kemo. Oh yeah, and I was right, she was abused as a child.
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