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So, Matt (we were friends at the time) and I were walking along, and this fat kid stops us. He's a carnie.
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| 'Sup dAWG... You wuhnna play some poouhl? | |
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He speaks to me with that weird carnie accent that sounds like he's trying to be Black-cool, but also a Southern-hick.
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| Look, I'm no good at pool. I might scratch the table. | |
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| Aw, heyuck. I bet you cooold win. Jus geeyuv it a shote. | |
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Internally, I freak. He does give up on me and tries to get Matt to play, who also refuses.
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| Dude, I can barely understand what the fuck you are saying. GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!! | |
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| How abowyoot your friyend? He loohks like a goohd poouhl player. | |
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