Now it would be for the prescriptions.
Diner: I can't decide whether I want heartburn or nausea.
I don't know, guess he just wasn't Inuit.
They gave him his money back.
Because he wasn't paid the money he deserved.
A Ducktor.
Because he was coffin...
As if she's going to lay there and be swayed by some new buck.
They never expect a ring
It's just one prescription" *behind the counter the pharmacist is sinking in quicksand and screaming*
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