I met this guy named JayT.
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I took him to this joint.
We rolled out of there with 2 shopping carts.
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Full of alcohol poisoning.
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Bat shit crazy nightmares.
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Tequila dreams.
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We partied.
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Like it was...
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Wednesday or some sheeit.
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We enjoyed a variety of culinary debauchery.
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Chorizo queso.
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Salmon meuniere.
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And some other foo foo sheeit.
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Jay grilled up some skirt steak on my back porch.
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It was like a skirt torn right off of Marilyn Monroe.
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Only better.
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We never spoke of hot dogs the whole time.
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But when I first met him....
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He had mustard on his shirt.
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True story.
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