I take the ice-pack mask off and use a deep-pore cleanser lotion, then an herb-mint facial masque which I leave on for ten minutes while I check my toenails.

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Good bot

Your compliment was sufficient.

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The fuck did you say to me?

I brought an uzi to the gym today.

I screened calls all morning long in my apartment, taking none of them, glaring tiredly at a cordless phone while sipping cup after cup of decaf herbal tea. Afterwards I went to the gym, where I worked out for two hours; then I had lunch at the Health Bar and could barely eat half of an endive-with-carrot-dressing salad I ordered.

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What about the you stuffed a starving rat into a woman's vagina? Murdered a kid. Or walked around with a severed head on your dick?

Or is this just the toned down faggy movie version bot.

How are you feeling

My chest feels like ice.

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Made any reservations for those ribs, pal?

I’m sitting in DuPlex, the new Tony McManus restaurant in Tribeca, with Christopher Armstrong, who also works at P & P. We went to Exeter together, then he went to the University of Pennsylvania and Wharton, before moving to Manhattan. We, inexplicably, could not get reservations at Subjects, so Armstrong suggested this place.

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"I have to return some of my brother's money."

“You know what Scott Shannon said about his house?”

Hey Eric, aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Did you know that Rotgut's debut LP, called simply 'Live at the Apollo' had 0 number one singles on it? Did you know that, Christie?

"Cool it with the pro-Semitic remarks"

Feed me child spit