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>WARDLOW YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH, WHEN I WAS 8 MY LITTLE BROTHER AND I SNEAKED DOWNSTAIRS TO THE KITCHEN AFTER OUR PARENTS WENT TO SLEEP. WE GRABBED THE COOKIE JAR AND WENT TO TOWN, MAN! WE ATE MORE COOKIES THAN THE BROOKLYN NETS HAVE RINGS… SO YEAH, WE ATE MORE THAN ZERO COOKIES!
>BUT WHEN MY FATHER FLIPPED THE LIGHT SWITCH AND CAUGHT LITTLE JOSHUA MOSHE FRIEDMAN WITH HIS HAND IN THE COOKIE JAR, I FOUND OUT WHAT KIND OF A MAN I WAS! I WIPED THE CRUMBS OFF MY FACE, POINTED AT MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD AND SAID “I TRIED TO STOP HIM DADDY, BUT HE JUST WOULDN’T LISTEN!” I CAN STILL HEAR THOSE LASHES WARDLOW, CUTTING ACROSS MY BROTHER’S BACKSIDE LIKE THE RIFT IN OUR TRUST!
>SO YEAH YOU CAN’T FACE ME UNTIL YOU BEAT ETHAN PAGE NEXT WEEK!
