"Welcome to Worchester. Dollar twenty-five please."
"Hey, how ya doin Toll Booth Willie?"
"Good! Thanks fer askin, pop!"
"Aww, thats great, you know, considering yer a fuckin idiot!"
"Go fuck yourself you son of a bitch!
Ill come right outta the booth and fuckin whack ya, you fuckin prick!"
"Hey, hey, Willie! Hows it going?"
"Hey, cant complain, pop. Hows bout you?"
"Oh, great, great. How much?"
"The state charges a dollar twenty-five, pop."
"Thats fine. Now should I give you the money,
or should I shove the quarters directly up your fat ass!?"
"Why you fuckin hard on!
Ill fucking Carlton Fisk yer fuckin head with a Louise-ville fuckin slugger!
Whadya think of that ass fuck!?"
"Hi Willie."
"Oh, nice to see ya Mam. Not a bad day, huh?"
"Well, Im a little lost. Could you help me out?
I hear your the best with directions."
"Well I know my way around New England.
I can tell ya that much. So where ya headed?"
"Well, I was just wondering exactly which is the best way
to drive up your ass. You know, if youd tell me,
Id appreciate it, you fuckin prick."
"You fuckin bitch! Fuck you!
You forgot to pay the fuckin toll you dirty whore!
Ill fuckin drop you with a boot to the fuckin skull you cum guzzling queen!"
"Hey Willie."
"Hey, how are ya?"
"Heres a dollar twenty-five, and go fuck yourself."
"Dah, you fuckin prick!
I hope you choke on a fuckin bottle cap, ya fuckin son of a fuck!
Eat shit! Eat my shit!"
"Hello Willie. Good to see you."
"Ahhh, Bishop Nelson. Nice to see ya.
That was quite a sermon you had the other day."
"Hey, well I do my best."
"Dollar twenty-five, Bishop."
"Dollar twenty-five,
Willie. Isnt that the same price your mother charges for a blow job,
you piece of dog shit!?"
"Ohhh! Have another one, you fuckin lush!
Its not my fault the bartender cut ya off last night ya fuckin douche bag!"
"Hey!"
"Well hey!"
"Yeah, do you want the money,
or should I just shove the quarters directly up your fat ass!?"
"Well, I already heard that one you fuckin unoriginal bastard!
Go suck a corn you fuckin piece of repeatin shit!"
"Hi."
"Oh, hi. How are ya?"
"Fine, thank you. How much is the toll please?"
"For you sweetheart, its a dollar twenty-five."
"Here ya go."
"Thank you."
"Hey! Hey! Honey! Would you like a receipt with that?"
"Oh, I almost forgot. Thank you so much."
"And here ya are."
"Umm, do you think you could sign it?"
"Oh, uh.. sign it?"
"Yeah, sign Toll Booth Willie was here."
"Ok, sure. Uhh, by the way, what is this for?"
"Just so I could have proof for my friends that
I met the biggest fuckin dip shit with the smallest dick alive.
You understand."
"Fuck you, you fuckin upity bitch!
Ill fuckin fuck you and all your lesbian fish-eating friends in front
of your fuckin mothers! Youre gonna die, bitch! Im comin outta the booth!"
"Ooooh! My fuckin leg!"
"Hey! You ran over Toll Booth Willie!"
"Oh my God! I was always wondering what it would be like to run over a
dried up stinky dick licker."
"Why you fuckin pricks.
I fuckin hear every fuckin word yer saying!
When this fuckin leg heals,
Im gonna kick you guys new fuckin assholes!
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