Yeah Ton', I missed on purpose, just like you said.

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That race was the most exciting ten seconds since your wedding night. Heheheh. You hear what I said, Ton'?

Word to the wise: You don't gotta worry about no stock market crash when your cash is under the mattress.

Yeah Ton', it's me. Jokic gave up down the stretch, just like we tol' him to.

Yeah Ton', it's me. The thing with the Trump emails? It's done.

Yeah Ton', it's me. Those crates of bronzer you wanted? Taken care of.

It's Hump Day. Oh, and it's Wednesday, too. Heheh.

Fućkin' guy's callin' us criminals, Ton'. We're just tryin' ta earn a livin'.

You young pricks blame everything on autism. Sometimes you're just a weird ässhöle and should shut the fück up about it.

Yeah Ton', it's me. That RFK Jr campaign? Taken care of.

Yeah Ton', it's me. Powell said the Fed's gonna cut rates, just like we tol' him to.

Good.

Oasis? Sure kid, I send your sis away as soon as I'm done with her. Heheh.

Listen, kid. You don't need no Andrew Tate tellin' you how ta live. Listen to Uncle Paulie instead. It's simple: No money? Get a job. No broads? Get a job. Be a man and shut the fück up about it.

Your mother won't remember: - your salary - how busy you were - how many hours ya worked Your mother will remember: - The size of my díck. - Heheh.

You ain't got no unrealized gains anyway — they belong to me, príck.

I don't wanna hear no more síck shit you made up about the Haitians. Fück's wrong with you.

If ya don't want people takin' shots at ya, don't run ya mouth. It's simple.