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{{ my brain is overeasy }}
Day One: drink, drink, drink, smoke, jello shot, drink, smoke then someone had a great idea around 2am so up til 10am
Day Two: blaaahhhh, sleep on couch, beer with lunch (not sure how), crazy ass diner, ate with our hands, chicks played with fire, next the Pink Pony (nuff said), few more beers, fell (literally) asleep
Day Three: woke up feeling good (again not sure how), margaritas at noon, smoke, smoke, smoke, Jordan made brownies (yes brownies), ... ... , ride home was like Gran Turismo
good times
work sux
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If language didn't exist .... how would we think?
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