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Every party we show up to we basically crash. We're like those assholes in every 80's teen movie that show up to the basement-serving-punch-playing-tail-on-the-donkey party with pleather* jackets and dog collars and scream in the nerds' faces and pop all their balloons. This time though we (by we I mean the guys) rolled up in suits with teddy bear vests and stole a $150 vodka bottle. Man, we're assholes. We've been banned from three out of the three flats we've been to. I'm hanging with the wrong crowd, kids. Kind of like Mary from Freakazoid. She got huge. HUGE! HUUUUGEEEEE! *How dare you Spellcheck not consider pleather a word! It's only the classiest fabric that only the finest of the gods wear.
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