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"I'm like 20 years old and I'm finally starting to grow something." That's what the birthday boy proclaimed. He had many different, catch phrases, if you will. Things like, "It's like BOOM" and "Ya ass." This boy, quickly uprising and turning into a man. So much life in his words. His choice of drink, beer. And lots of it. Some of his shining moments came while inebriated. However, would never admit if he was drunk. His sharp toned comebacks, such as "I was sober as a dog" stump any possible rebuttal or witty banter that could follow. His repeated activities were like clock work. Every action. Every movement. Turning yet another gear in the intricate machine of life. The epitome of poetic justice. His clever sayings keep you on the edge of your seat. "Quit shitting on my juice." "I have a dream, that I’ll be able to fart and burp in the Man Cave without you asses giving me shit about shitting out my ass, and shitting out my mouth." Just a few of the poetic, masterful, beautiful syllables that pass through the graceful lips of this man. To be continued...
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Oct 7, 2010
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