my best memory is calling my dad to pick me up from school cuz i was fuckin ILL from a rum hangover. i was 15.
he said never to drink cheap shit. "drink good shit" or something like that.
ha ha ha. fucking dad! HEY.
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ok chirren. i must flee this place.
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oh yeah fuck you porky. im saying goodbye here-- eat a petrified shit.
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seeyas.
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