REVENGER G/T
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like if a 70s TV detective couldn’t even solve a crossword puzzle
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the only way I could like my job more is if it paid 200K a year, didn’t have a dress code and supplied with me a Buick Grand National and a letter from the governor that said speed limits do not apply to me
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MAGNUM: Man, I’m tired. I had to chase a guy halfway across Oahu this morning.

TC: I feel ya, I’ve been working overtime running the helicopter tours.

RICK: I know the feeling, I’m so tired from owning my night club.

*silence*

HIGGINS: You piece of shit
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Oh my God. This is like discovering a lost chapter of your favorite book
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possibly my favorite one based alone on how hard Bam goes down
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That’s so funny! I remember myself and a lot of people in that same boat and then other kids my age who somehow just had it with no supervision
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It must’ve been the “sexual themes” aspect of the M rating that deterred them. Little did they know I had already been exposed to many “sexual themes” by way of the Knuckles raps in Sonic Adventure 2
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I say this because they let me play DRIV3R, (which I still love despite its many flaws) and it was rated M for a lot of the same stuff but at no point in that game do I recall a character getting their pole polished, or even having the opportunity to
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I remember arguing with my parents as a child about not being allowed to play GTA. Looking back I don’t think it was the violence and swearing that put them off as much the fact that your virtual avatar could get his hog handled. I should’ve explained that activity occurs entirely offscreen
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not a thought in that head. Got enough money for a down payment on a house in 45 minutes and then stole a dodge viper right out of the showroom just to deliberately drive it into the ocean
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TRUE OR FALSE: Your manager is allowed to pulverize your nuts with a meat tenderizer if you make a mistake on a spreadsheet.

ME (didn’t pay attention to the training module): Ah, fuck. This one is hard
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lately when I’ve had a little time to kill I’ve been playing through GTA III on an emulator. Earlier I got twenty thousand dollars stealing a truck and dropping it off two minutes away at The Docks. What a killer job that would be. Being the guy from GTA III
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Erik, Erik! There’s a McDonald’s right there!!!

Don’t be foolish, Charles. There’s an Arby’s but one exit up the highway
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I love watching cooking videos where the person comes back after two hours, takes the lid off and says “Oh that’s absolutely gorgeous” about a pot of brown water
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oh sure blame it on me. as if I had anything to do with all that stuff I did
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I can’t post a photo for the sake of his privacy but my father owns multiple life-size cardboard cutouts of himself and every time I use his garage he’s moved them and they routinely scare the fuck out of me
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Toyota will build you a commuter car that you can beat on like a rental paid for by somebody you hate and it will just keep going
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I’ve no choice but to get puzzled on NyQuil and hope I wake up 13 hours from now completely normal and fixed
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ahhhh you know it’s full of spiders and snakes and shit
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not doing great over here
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Once again I’ve shielded you from harm
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well there it is. I’m coughing up yellow stuff. not a color you want to be coughing up, though there are worse ones
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a lot of things I tweet are just because I don’t want them to bounce around in my head forever. I don’t like the majority of them. But It does keep me from saying them out loud in a social situation
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if my own bloated corpse tried to rock out a sneakret Lake Mungo on me I’d snap my 1911 loose from twixt cheeks and waistband and send it to second heaven, a world where Jimmy Page’s riffs weren’t written by a man who deserves to be in prison