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My name is Joe Singliarity. I am a psychic medium. People call me extra large on account of my fat ass stomach and man boobs. People say I look like a fat Joe Pesci and talk like a fat Joe Pesci. I talk to ghosts. But I
So anyway, you want a nice gravy recipe? You
Hahaha, just kidding throw that whole pot of garbage out and buy some Prego you friggin loon. Hope you
Anyway, like I said, I see ghosts. You know what, now I feel guilty, I promised you a recipe and then just fucked with you. My Mama would be so disappointed in me. Here, let me make it up to you, you wanna know how to make a nice friggen sandwich. First you have to get the gabbagool. Then you throw a fat piece of provolone or mozzarella on that bitch. Put it between two sexy pieces of Italian bread and top it off with a fat friggeng olive out of your moms rooftop garden and eat that sandy like it just got off the rag. Hand to god my friend,
But I digress. I was talking about how I see ghosts. One time I was hired to investigate a haunting of this place by a family. I walked into this haunted house like I friggen owned the place. This place was probably 400-500k range. Like a friggen piece of gothic architecture, there were even tiddies on those gargoyles if youknowwaddimean. So anyway, I walked into this haunted house. This place smelled like a large pizza from Bleaker street pizza. God damn Bleaker street has the best friggen pizza. If
Shit, what was I talking about? Oh yea, ghosts. So I walk into this haunted house with tiddie gargoyles and this place is friggen scary. Like scarier than when you get all the way home from Bleaker Street and you go into the bag that was supposed to have your friggen cannoli and those bastards put a salad in the bag with a note that says eat a salad instead because we are concerned about your weight even though you slap our wait staffs asses instead of tipping them. They have the best cannoli so you get back in the cab and go back to the restaurant and yell
So anyway,
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