I hate when women have roaches and act like they don't have roaches. You go to their house, they see a roach -- they act like they've never seen a roach in their own house. Roach comes out; she's like, 'Now I don't know whose roaches these is. But these are not my roaches.' I say, 'He's got two pieces of ID with your address. That's your roach. He grew up in this apartment. He on your MySpace holding your son.'
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