THE STRONG SILENT TYPE
WOW: slip. Now a look inside Dean's mind ... better bring your flashlight!
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Ow - sonofa-freakin'-bitch; hey, feast your eyes all you like, but take it easy with the merchandise sweetheart; jeez that smarts ...
Sonofabitch werewolf damn near tore half my friggin' back off. It ain't gonna do it again though; not after Sammy practically gutted the fugly skank ...
Not sure if she's buyin' my bear-attack story, but I can' tell her what really carved me up - don' wanna scare the woman ...
And I'm sure as hell not tellin' her I busted my wrist slipping over in it's goddamn entrails ...
I'm dyin' of freakin' embarrassment here.
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