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I'm glad I write in this now because this story is too funny.
So I played poker last night, and had to take my dad's ghetto van to go there. I hate it, it sounds like a drag racer and has no bumbers and is a huge blue van. I was pimpin.
Then I actually won some money, which NEVER happens.
I also decided to bring home a mini keg of german beer, because I didn't get to drink any of it while playing poker because I was driving. So I drove my friend home and of course it turns out that the keg was plugged with paper towels because they couldn't find the original plug and it spilled all over the van. And of course while dealing with the spiled beer in the van I missed my turn and ended up lost in the North Bronx.
Recap: I was driving aimlessly around the Bronx in a shotty van that smelled like beer with an open mini keg behind me at 3am. I am so smooth it hurts sometimes.
So I played poker last night, and had to take my dad's ghetto van to go there. I hate it, it sounds like a drag racer and has no bumbers and is a huge blue van. I was pimpin.
Then I actually won some money, which NEVER happens.
I also decided to bring home a mini keg of german beer, because I didn't get to drink any of it while playing poker because I was driving. So I drove my friend home and of course it turns out that the keg was plugged with paper towels because they couldn't find the original plug and it spilled all over the van. And of course while dealing with the spiled beer in the van I missed my turn and ended up lost in the North Bronx.
Recap: I was driving aimlessly around the Bronx in a shotty van that smelled like beer with an open mini keg behind me at 3am. I am so smooth it hurts sometimes.