I have to wonder how this man got home. And good choice with the Budweiser!
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It began in pre-school. Two little blond-haired princesses constantly demanding attention and breaking things. Two decades later, not much has changed. Only now, we live 704 miles apart and we spend most of our days at work plotting against the universe and coming up with billion dollar ideas. Read on...
Ok ok, just picture this. This is me after a night of playing 30 too many games of beer pong, but instead of a convenience store, I'm in my bedroom, and instead of holding a case of beer, I'm vomiting everywhere. When I woke up, my room looked like a three year old finger painted with vomit all over my bedroom.
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