Cliff was having a hard time getting dances at the club.
He told his best friend, Bobby you sure are a jinx.
Your sad butt is scaring all the pretty honies away.
Bobby told Cliff, no your raggedy stinking butt is the problem.
A pretty chick got tired of hearing their crap.
She turned around and said, you are both pathetic losers.
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