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Time Travel

My buddy and I went out last Friday for an awesome time out. Met lots of hot naughties, danced, exchanged numbers and was about to close to deal when it happened. My buddies addie wore off and he was all of a sudden, bliz-acked out. Zombie mode took over and, the only thing to do was to give him more productivity pills. But unfortunately we were out.
So being the good friend I am, we left the bar, got into a cab, and then I got out on the other side of the door, locking my buddy in and giving the cab driver his address. Hey, there's no reason for me to loose that perfect balance of drunkness and being on point.

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