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Forgive me, they weren't hoola hoops... they were sticks with fuzzy pink shit, or maybe feathers sticking out of the ends.
And again, dude... we didn't enjoy the shows. And it's people with your freakin' attitude that makes me not want to go back. Instead of owning up to the fact that things could improve, you're acting like a jackass and insinuating that I'm the retard because I don't care to be treated poorly when I go out. Great representation of your whole scene!
... and nobody I was with got any money back from Apache. But I'm not totally butthurt, I'm just never going back there. The end. 
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