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by Casual observer 04/09/2005, 4:32am PDT |
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The good : We return from the bars with the bounty of a dozen phone-numbers to harras in the following weeks with tittilating phonecalls and suggestive dialogue, trying to convince girls who were so piss-drunk that they didn't have a goddamn clue that none of us really looked like a latino George Clooney.
The bad : One of us had a night of sexual cavorting ruined by another friend who did his duty and puked all over his own pants instead of his car. The shirt he brought back from that Karate championship he participated it? BURNED!
The ugly : He spoke of the the seventh seal being ripped open by whatever demons were in his ass. His pants? INCINERATED! |
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