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| - So, yeah, dude. Anyways, he's busted inside, and is yelling his head off about the thing... the... the thing. Right. So, I'm like, dude, what's going on? And he starts saying that we're in his apartment. I mean, he must be on crack or something, you know? So, he's yelling, I'm yelling, Randy's yelling, and then, I'm like, "is there a draft in here?" You know. So... Wait. Something else happened. I can remember it. Hold on. Fuck it, I need to take a piss. I'll be back...
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| - So, yeah, dude. Anyways, he's busted inside, and is yelling his head off about the thing... the... the thing. Right. So, I'm like, dude, what's going on? And he starts saying that we're in his apartment. I mean, he must be on crack or something, you know? So, he's yelling, I'm yelling, Randy's yelling, and then, I'm like, "is there a draft in here?" You know. So... Wait. Something else happened. I can remember it. Hold on. Fuck it, I need to take a piss. I'll be back... So, where was I? Oh, right. Anyways, Randy and I go back a while, man. We were in high school together. Can I get another pitcher over here? Thanks, hon. You know, you're really too attractive to be a waitress here. You should like, go into modeling or something. I bet What? No, I'm not. You're flirting. you're... alright. Whatever. I bet Kate's fine with it. Anyways, I've known Randy since high school. We were there for a while, and then college. But that's besides the point. So, we used to be a lot tighter before Kate got into the picture. Usually I just hang out with her now. You know. I don't... um... you know, mind it. I just don't... You're a good listener, you know that? No, really. Really. Really. reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreally. Really. You're like my best friend. And I mean it. Totally. Everyone's always fucking talking about some unimportant shit, but you just listen, You know? I don't even know why you don't have a girlfriend. Let's go out and get you some tail, man. That's all you need. Girls should be all over you... What? No, I didn't forget you're married... it just sorta slipped out of my mind. Whatever. Dude, I'm so fucking smashed. You better take my keys.
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