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Really? Well, awesome.

She's my best friend, so...

That b*tch is your best friend?

Not cool.

Hey, man.

Come on.

You might've f***ing

told me the plan, partner.

Yeah, but it was my plan, broseph.

Plus, I knew if I told you,

you would never have gone for it.

- Oh, flubber!

- What happened, cooch?

Oh, no biggie bigsville.

Just munched

a 45 dollar manicure in the ass.

Girl thing.

Still really ticked

about my futon, too.

Futon?

What futon?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

This is super awesome.

Yeah.

Do it righteous.

- Totally awesome.

- Yeah!

Oh, keep having sex!

I love it!

This is so strange.

What's that?

Whatever, Rob.

What you listen to?

Music?

Yeah.

I had to drown out the racket.

Hmm.

Sunset.

Sunset.

A~ha.

Ah, sh*t.

What the f***?

All we ever talk about

Is all the things

we think about

Organize my garage.

Like love and pain

and loneliness

Dump Brit.

And me and you

and tenderness

And now

Now

And now I'm on my own again

And learning how to love again

And learning how to love again

La choy is in the hizz.

- Why am I hungry again?

- Rankrizzle.

You just pile-drived, pile-drove,

like 10 egg rolls.

God.

This bed is like holy hell.

I knew this would be weird

with Trevor.

Us planning our wedding,

and him...

so out of touch

with the flow of his emotions.

You totally still have

a thing for him, don't you?

Someone posted something

on my site.

What, on "Tears of sadness"?

"Tears of confusion".

Jesus, Rob.

Learn my site name.

Oh...

a pervert in Colorado

thinks I'm hot.

Awesome.

Yeah, it is awesome.

What I mean is maybe it wasn't

copacetic, for us to come up here,

or down here or wherever

we are, you know what I mean,

like, have everything be all...

outta tune.

Rob, it's like...

you know, it's tough news,

but it's true.

Trevor and I used to rump-ride,

and that's always a BD,

a big deal, you know?

You know?

I mean, come on.

He's, like... out of tune with his,

like, emotions, you know?

I mean, and I know

that's not our problem, you know?

It's, like, he's the one

that needs to be dealing with it.

Like, we can't come up here,

come down here...

Like, what the f***

are you even saying?

I mean, seriously.

I can't even follow it, actually.

- Whatever.

- Whatever.

Jesus.

God,

I look fat with my guitar.

Oh, sh*t.

I forgot to pick up the new

Chili Peppers disc today.

Creepy.

If you watch too much Web,

it makes you a loser.

You know that, right?

- Look!

- Oh, my God. Those are feet.

That's so messed.

Remember, dudes, everything

on the Internet is bullshit.

In fact,

everything's bullshit everywhere.

Shouldn't we

tell someone about that?

Are you stoned?

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