“You’re making fun of me because I’m deformed?”
“You’re trying to wink at me but your nictitating muscles aren’t functioning properly.”
“You’re a hateful person.”
“You smell of man funk covered over in cheap cologne. But, not to worry, when you get that facial thing healed you’ll be restored to your former state of average handsomeness, and all the half-ass bitches will continue falling all over you — unless you keel over from eating too many hamburgers first.”
“You’re not a very nice person. Not the person I used to think you were.”
“And who did you think that I was? Someone who’d follow you to Best Western for a five minute fuck? Frankly I think that’s all you’re worth — if that. I think you’re a pork sandwich.”
“You stupid bitch! Sam says you’re an alcoholic! I can see that now — you MUST be drinking!”
“Darling I haven’t had a drink in years. I swear you boys are such gossips. What else did he tell you about me?”
“Do you REALLY want to know?”
“Oh brother! I thought it was well known that I would have him wreck me anywhere, anytime, any place with any implement. What?!”
“You really stink!”
“And you really can’t nictitate.”
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