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My buddy Jason is moving to Hawaii next week and Cantwell had a going bye-bye bash for him last night. By the time Jennifer and I slung up in there, he was already fucked up like a soccer helmet and ready to do jagger-bombs. Needless to say, he was the first to pass out. Thus, we beat him with a bag of non-bleached fine confectioners sugar(much in the way a gymnast prepares for floor exercises with a rosin bag), and kicked him in the pants until he fell off the couch. It was dee-lux! Damn am I gonna miss that kid. Oh yeah, Cantwell placed a piece of half-chewed gum between his "other cheeks", walked around for an hour or so, then plopped it back in his mouth to finish the job. I have some weird friends.
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