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want beer and a remote control. Trying to pry them away is like
trying to pry a steak from the jaws of a lion! It is not going to happen. Unless, of course, said lion catches the scent of female pheromones and
criminal pharmacology coming through the vents was making me
want to run downstairs and kick the crap out of my neighbors, but I thought I might as well
tell everybody it was me who shit all over the
room and tried to clean it up with my favourite sweater.
