I’m Flynn. Fuck you.
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Flynn Staples, on Flynn Staples.
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She’ll never love you more than I do!
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Flynn Staples, on jealousy
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Niche market!
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Flynn Staples, on ‘carrot whiskey’
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Me: What have I done wrong?
Flynn: Nothing. Ever.
I’m going to punch you so hard that your trousers fall off.
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Flynn Staples, he’s wearing a luchadore mask
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Bequeathment win.
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Flynn Staples, on winning at bequeathment.
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Oh my God I had the best dream. Everyons was dead and it was all survivally and I was wandering about and then I was on the roof at Morrissons and found you and Ally. I think I killed a man too, he died in salad.
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Flynn Staples, may your dreams be documented for years to come
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I put like a jillion jalapenos on a slice of pizza and Flynn ate it.
Moustache prepped. Plan?
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Flynn Staples, on priorities
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I had a dream that Dr. Dre was doing an advert for a company called Sunsip. Which may or may not be a real company. His line was ‘Get me some SunSip, I’m fucking thirsty.’ then he shot a woman in the face…
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Flynn sends me the best texts
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Hedges aint shit.
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Flynn Staples, on hedges
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I help knock Marshall down a peg or two.
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Flynn Staples, on reasons to punch me in the face.
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