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You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to get myself a 2011 Cadillac CTS-V and I'm going to drive that mother fucker right to the nearest Endocrinologist's office, with my foot to floor getting 1 mile per gallon and listening to redneck country music blaring away on the fucking incredible stock stereo.
Then you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to park that motherfucker in the middle of two handicaped spaces, storm in the front fucking door and push whatever fucked up sicko broad (like yours) is in the way to the ground. If her worthless hood rat boyfriend even looks at me wrong I'm going to slap him so fucking hard that all the stupid falls out. That's going to be the slap heard 'round the hood.
Then I'm going to demand to see the doctor. Then you know what? Then I'm going to take a shit right there on his exam table. On my way out the door I'm going to laugh at the nurse and tell her to just bill my provincial health insurance because I don't need a doctor never mind a specialist and I just wanted to waste their time.
That's what I'm going to do.
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