Stole you in the-

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I came to Louisville and managed to spit absolutely zero game. Didn't even make a vague attempt at game. Drunk off my ass Friday night, I looked at Ramsey and said "I'd spit game at you if I could figure out how. But I can't." And that was that.
And Saturday I went out with more than one single guy and couldn't manage so much as the proverbial fluttered eyelash.
Pathetic.

Guess that means it's time to come home.