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"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
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U calling Lou an idiot?
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Time for donuts ?
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I'll take the apple fritter
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Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
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Ask Zoomie
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time
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Lou never has to beg.! Watch yo mouf
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It dick needs to do its own begging
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That fucker puts in work I know it!
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Fuck time!
It sucks when you have to do time!
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Fubar just made me laugh, and so true 
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No not 1
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Adventure. Time.
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Por qui?
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Oh yes
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