I know that tangerines are delicious. You know, those little oranges? I know that I never raised my voice at a tangerine. You know, they peel easy. I know what it is to be out up to no good and looking for trouble when somebody comes up all of a sudden and hands me a tangerine. I mean, what do you know?
If you and I can’t see eye to eye on tangerines then what’s the fucking point? I know a lot about a lot of things until I don’t. Tangerines stay delicious. Do you gotta problem? You can buy a whole bag of tangerines at the grocery store. You can forget your problems.
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