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I drank too much once and went to toksik's, and barbepuked in his barbeloo, and then slept it off on his barbecouch. I do not think he is aware of the (formerly) discreet puke as yet.
He made me smoke drugs and play him at Soul Calibur, and though I could not speak nor hear, I still won about a third of the bouts.
He is a very bad man. |
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