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She asks how I'm holding up. Without batting an eye I truth "like a diabetic drunk trying to balance a bottle of ***** with his nubs."
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
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She asks how I'm holding up. Without batting an eye I truth "like a diabetic drunk trying to balance a bottle of ***** with his nubs."
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
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