May 2012
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Facebook makes me want to quit life
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At the end of the night...
Jack: we have to find a way to carry this bottle of rum to the car.
Jack: like a paper bag
Jack: so the cops don’t stop us
Joey: carry it in my belly
Joey: [drinks from bottle]
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Yesterday, we painted our apartment.
Today, I am sore all over
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