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Pfft... oh man, that smells like
Morrocan food. Or, like when you go into an apartment building and you can smell people cooking stuff and you're like, 'What are they cookin?' It's like that and
our options are bad, real bad; no decent purveyor of grubbage in sight! “I know where we can raid a garden
tonight!"
Or, we could crack a bottle of bourbon and get
on stage.All appeared slightly woozy."We've basically devoted our lives for the past three years to this,but it's all for science. Believe me,it hasn't been easy,going out to party every night, getting plastered,not remembering anything,waking up with
only vague memories of groceries, shelves, stockers and plantains. Why is my ass so sore?
