I had a dream that Samuel L. Jackson was my cellmate in a French prison and we were smuggling in jalapenos so that he could teach me how to make his legendary Jalapeno Marmalade. I’ve never been so disappointed to wake up.
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Seems a bit harsh for a French judge to imprison you for eating cheese... Unless it was Kraft, of course.
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Damn, that’s the wittiest back and forth where the words, “stuffing peppers up my ass” are just barely left unsaid. Well done!
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