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Huh? What was I talkin' about again?
I don’t know, dude, you just came in the kitchen talking about.. something.
Peanut butter! You’re eating peanut butter! I love peanut butter! My mom used to give it to me all the time.
This isn’t the house P.B. That stuff went fuzzy. This is my private stash. Sorry, bro. I'd share but it has to last the week.
S’cool. I think I’ll go down to the people’s store and get some for myself. You want to go?
Sure, but let’s do a number or two before we go. The store is always cooler when you’re high.
I know, the labels, man. They’re like – whoa. It’s like – Warhol, Disney, and shit. And they’re all like – eat this, it’ll make you John Wayne or somethin’. Man. I hate America, y'know? Sometimes I fucking hate it.
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