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I love when they come to my door, I tell them, hang on a sec I have something on the stove, then run and grab a few beers and some smokes, light up and head down the stairs telling them to convert to my relegion.
When they run away I'm like ugh, you have the nerve to knock on my door and preach your crap, but you can't even have the common courtesy to
hear mine and share a cold drink?
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