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The Reaper calls his buddys on a friday evening just as usual.
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| What's up my main man? I heard you tripped on some acid yesterday? | |
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| Yeah! Papa Bear gave me some strange shit last night, it froze my face so now I'm wearing a phoney grin all day long! | |
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And just like every other night, Professor Death and The Reaper spends their friday night talking about chicks they've known and old girlfriends.
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| Damn! It was such a long time I got laid! Do you remember that chick at the gym with the big tits? God, she's always on my mind. I love my crack though, it makes me feel I'm someone special. | |
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