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space dust? yo, that shit can fuck you up, man, I've got my limits
Did I tell everyone about eating a special-edition Crunchie with popping candy, out of my tree on stress and anti-depressants, not realising it had popping candy in it, getting it caught in my teeth and having the popping echoing round my skull for half an hour? You don't want to do that. I imagine it was quite funny to watch though. |
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