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My entire dat today was supposed tp revolve around the 1/8th in my pocket, the RooR on the table, and the $50 gift gard to pappadeauxs. Crawfish homie.
Well, one of the buddies and I planned to toke, then eat. Simple, right?
I dont really know what happned, but now, I just got back in the door from a fucking 2 hours drive back from some hicktown in B.F.E., not only that, no fucking giftcard anymore. I never got my crawfish....
Call is ADD of being sidetracked, whatever it is, thou art an motherfucker.
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