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Sunday, September 7, 2008
Old Friends
Sometimes, you have friends come to visit who you haven't seen in years. Friends, who the last time you were together got drunk threw iron's at each others heads and then took off all their clothes to t-bag each other. Well, when you see friends like these the thing to do is all climb into the shorts that one of them wore while getting a happy ending massage at a brothel in vietnam and then just hold each other. Because life is good.
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Hey, no fair using young whipper-snapper language like t-bag, which I don't even want to know what is. Or what he was doing wearing giant shorts during a massage. Or--Pardon me, I have to take a pill.
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