update: i'm no longer vwith the squatters. those damn hippies, i knewv they couldn't be trusted. kind of regret trying to fight em, though. turns out years of drug abuse and homelessness vwill givwe you deadite strength. all this because my hand ACCIDENTALLY brushed against the big cheese's girl's breasteses vwhile going "goo goo ga ga, baby vwant milk!" i vwould havwe OWVNED the scrawvny bastard, but turns out he had a gun. and that is definitely the only reason vwhy i lost. and get this: he pulled it on me vwhile i vwas havwing a vwazz so i LITERALLY had to make a run for it vwith my pants around my ankle-os. no idea vwhere i am right nowv. some unrelated hobo stole my boxers and my ass is cold. i can't believwe i'm saying this, but i miss my old friend group, evwen if they vwere a little too passionate about stevwen univwerse. i'm sorry i said all that stuff about you guys being loser libs. can someone please pick me up...i'm hungry. #substance
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shit man, youre alivwe, sorry about your nirwvana
DO YOU WANT TO GO BACK TO EATING RIBS WITH THE LIBS. OR. HAVING COMPLETED YOUR TRAINING MONTAGE IN THE GUTTER. WOULD YOU RATHER CRACK LOBSTERS WITH THE MOBSTERS. #CHOOSEWISELY #HANDMAIDTAXISERVICEONLYGOESONEWAY