
Brad: They stick around and manned those, we’d have been dead before we even saw them.
Ray: Dude, lighten up!
Brad: Then again, the world wouldn’t have to deal with the prospect of you returning to your cretinous daughter-fucking trailer-park red-state shithole, and producing mutant, Whiskey Tango, scrotum-faced, bucktoothed, zit-exploding progeny.
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