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Saturday, March 19, 2011

21: The Hater's Handbook

I don't know coach; you heard what the doctor said. If I hate just a little more than I do like normal now my heart could explode. Yeah, I wanna hate, but...

Alright, I'm gonna do it. For little Johnny back in Brooklyn. Open it up then. Yeah...yeah...YEAH, I feel it! I hate you! I hate little Johnny! I hate Brooklyn! You did it, you ugly fucking Italian bastard. You're not even Italian, but I got so much inside I just gotta throw slurs all over the place!

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