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So last night, these crazy people were over, and we washed the walls with blood. There was knife fighting and sucker punching and white drugs everywhere. A couple of the ladies were way smokin', but I was in no mood to associate with them. I had business to attend to... and that business was DEATH. First, I had to take a little nap. In the brief time that I was comatose on the couch surrounded by fat faggots who kept trying to touch me, I narrowly avoided rapeage. When I awoke, I spent the next hour trying to destroy. Unfortunately, my coordination had gone to shit. My repeated attempts to kill backfired and left me lying in a pool of my own blood, with no bitches, no food, and no more beer. I jacked.