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| Hey. Ready for a game of "Dude, that's fucked up." | |
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| I spent my day in a McDonald's training camp learning how to counter the terrorist threat of people scamming extra McNugget sauce from a sexually confused drill instructor. | |
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| My Dad's SuperBowl pre-game party will begin with a viewing of highlights from his high school football career as a "manager" aka the waterboy. Music by Queen. My mom's dressing up as a cheerleader. | |
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| I'm not finished. The pre game party will end with him and my Uncle Ray (in drag) re-enacting that Janet Jackson/Justin Timberlake incident in its entirety. I got issues, my friend.... | |
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