Holy shit. I had no idea you were like 11.
Eleven shmeleven. I'm twenty-seven, yo. And kind of frazzled.
I wish I loved me enough to make a banner of me.Okay, I do, I just show that love in different ways.
I went, i saw, you were amazing.Or your banner was, one or the other.Why were you blowing on the money? Or were you kissing it goodbye?
Pistols: Ah. Masturbation.Gully: Oh, thank you. I have this...obsession with ten dollar bills. It's unhealthy.
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