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Makes me do things...
That I don't remember.
Okay.
Cool.
Are you okay?
'Cause you seem flustered.
Mm... Uh, not so good.
But um, it's nothing 15 or 20
drinks won't fix, you know?
You Can't drink that much.
You'd die.
Hey.
This ain't no public restroom.
Duly noted.
You are not from around here,
are you?
Born and raised, my brother,
but I have since relocated.
What brings you
to this sh*t hole?
Well, the, uh... the lovely
clientele, primarily.
And I also read somewhere
that they serve
a scrumptious Cosmopolitan.
And I myself...
holy sh*t!
I f***ing know you.
I used to take the bus
to school with this kid.
He used to be fatter than sh*t.
You used to be fatter than sh*t.
What happened?
Well, as you put it
I was fat as sh*t...
fatter than sh*t.
Fatter than sh*t.
Fatter than sh*t.
Thank you for correcting me.
And then the weirdest thing
happened.
It's like, I moved away
from this town
and all the people
that live within this town,
and then suddenly I had to stop
using eating
as coping mechanism
for depression.
So weird. Thinned out.
Who knew?
Are you still into
that paranormal sh*t?
Not professionally.
But I do still kind of
practice it as a hobby.
I don't believe that modern
science has all the answers.
Do you guys? Anyone?
I always figured
you just disappeared.
You started a cult or something.
Huh. Thanks.
Guess I've just
never really seen myself
as being that ambitious.
What are you up to? Drugs?
I used to love
kicking the sh*t
out of this f*ggot here.
Yeah, that was great.
That was really fun, man.
Yeah, that was really cool.
Oh, but then
you had me expelled.
Did I, though? I don't know.
You know what?
In fact I think this f*ggot
here deserves an ass kicking.
No, I think you're thinking
of a different f*ggot.
Um, I... honestly, I think
You're thinking of...
lay off him, pope.
If You're gonna bother
my customers, you have to leave.
Well, I was just leaving
anyway, Becca.
I'll be seeing you around.
Pah-pah, pah-pah, pah.
Pah, pah.
Parents wonder why I ever left.
Drink your beer
and stop being a b*tch.
Okay.
You don't remember me, do you?
Um...
No, I don't.
Becca Thompson.
We went to school together.
Guacamole. Becca Thompson.
- You... wow. You...
- Say it.
You lost a lot of weight.
You look really good.
Thanks. Looks like we both
lost a lot of weight.
- Raymond.
- Hmm?
I'm gonna have to ask you
to stop staring at my tits.
You're the only guy to come
through town in a long time
that I'd consider sleeping with,
and You're ruining it.
I was actually admiring
the tips of your hair,
but I will not do that anymore.
I'll look you right in the eyes.
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