Originally posted by Mike D
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So this one time, my cousin Coy was like a lil fella, run and get me some of them Chester's while I toke out. I was like what do i look like? A runner, homie? Long story short I looked like a ***** and ran and got him the bag of chips he asked for with a big o'l smile. However, hidden beneath my happy bravado lied a sinister feeling of anger and a soul cracking sensation of pain. I learned two things on that day.... ok, well... one. My cousin Coy is a mean *****
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