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Lula Had Eminem Cranked Up. He Was Rapping About Trailer Park Girls And How They Go Round The Outside, And I Was Wondering What The Heck That Meant. I'm A White Girl From Trenton. I Don't Know These Things. I Need A Rap Cheat Sheet.

And Something Chocolate, Of Course. A Meal Was Not A Meal Without Some Sort Of Chocolate For Desert.

He Reached Out, Opened The Glove Compartment, And Took Out A Gun. It Was A Smith & Wesson .38 Five-shot Special. It Looked A Lot Like My Gun. "i Stopped By Your Apartment This Morning And Picked This Up For You," Ranger Said. "i Found It In The Cookie Jar." "tough Guys Always Keep Their Gun In The Cookie Jar." "name One." "rockford." Ranger Grinned. "i Stand Corrected.

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