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By Paul Dailly

Lip: Hey, look who it is, the Birthday girl. Frannie: Presents? Lip: Oh, no, no. It’s not like Christmas, Frannie. You’re going to get…

By Paul Dailly

Liam: Don’t touch. Lip: Why? Liam: I’m going to sell them for cheap to the lunch day kids. Lip: What’s a lunch day kid? Liam: Kids who…

By Paul Dailly

Liam: You get them anything for the wedding? Carl: Yeah, edible boxers.

By Paul Dailly

Terry: Mickey’s not marrying that ginger fuck today. [Church of Gay Jesus members sing.] Terry: Oh, what the hell? Fuckin’ hippie homos….

By Paul Dailly

Liam: Mickey’s the bride? Ian: Nope, groom. Liam: So, you’re the bride. Ian: No, also a groom. Liam: Who’s wearing the white tux? Ian:…