Kip: I love the way your sandy hair floats in the air. To me it's like a lullaby. I'm just flying by, oh, so high like a kite tied to a stake.
Kip: Napoleon don't be jealous that I've been chatting online with babes all day. Besides, we both know I'm training to become a cage fighter.
Kip: Your mom goes to college.
Napoleon: Tina you fat lard. Come eat your dinner!
Friday, June 4, 2010
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