Chuck, Man, Gary Potts is better than you. Face it, Chuck, he’s better than you.
Chuck, Man, Matt the Catt Lewis is better than you. Face it, Chuck, he’s better than you. You’re not as good and have to face it.
Chuck, Man, you peaked in sixth grade. It was all downhill after that.
Chuck, Man, you suck at rollerskating. I can’t believe how much you suck at rollerskating.
Chuck, Man, you tried to shoot your way out of a slump in a city championship hoops game in eighth grade. You went 4 for 54. Chuck, Man, you blew that game. It’s all your fault.
Chuck, Man, you should have been at the party last night. Stacey Murchison was there. You missed it, Chuck.
Chuck, Man, remember that time in 8th grade when that 10th-grade girl came to your house, sat on my lap in a chair, and started kissing me? Then I pretended to run away because I wanted her to stop, but I purposely dove on your couch. I did that because I wanted her to sit on my lap and keep kissing me.
Chuck, Man, you became a fat ass. What happened to you? How many milkshakes do you eat a day? You tippin 450, Chuck. Chuck, Man, you let yourself go.
Chuck, Man, what happened to you in college? What happened, Chuck?
Chuck, Man, your best shot is your layup. You used to be able to shoot. What happened to your shot?
Chuck, Man, what’s up with your boy Pete? I met the guy once, and we hit it off, but I can’t hang out with that guy again. Pete’s too much, Chuck.
Chuck, Man, we all know you think you’re a trend-setter. But why can’t you understand that nobody follows your trends?
Chuck, Man, when you stay at my beach house, you never ride my bike, and I always take the first shower. Chuck, Man, those are the rules, or you don’t stay in my beach house.
Chuck, Man, remember that time you called and said Let’s meet for a jog in Sumner? I told you I would meet you, but when you went there, I didn’t. Chuck, Man, I blew you off.
Chuck, Man, that dude rocked you in the 6th-grade baseball championship game. He hit that ball 600 feet off your meatball pitch. He rocked you, Chuck. I couldn’t believe how much he rocked you.
Chuck, Man, Spoog did get stronger than you in eighth grade. You got jealous of him because he was lifting weights and going to prep. Chuck, Man, Spoog had a vision that you didn’t: to go to Prep, hang out with Mike Boland, and become a real estate mogul. Spoog beat your ass, Chuck.
Chuck, Man, how come you hung out with Teeth in high school? That dude was a lunatic.
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