| ONE RAINY AFTERNOON IN SAN FRANCISCO, MR. DJ AND MISS PAIN DRINK COFFEE AND SMOKE CIGGIES OUTSIDE OF DE STIJL... |
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 | Yeah, so this wohn time I went out with like *three* people in *one* night...ah ha ha! | |
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| Goddamn it, he's so f#*king hot. Sometimes it's hard to concentrate on what he's saying... | |
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| It wis CRAZY! I was probably like 27 yehrs old then. But we had, like, you know, an open relayshinship, so it wis okay and awl... | |
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| Don't stare at his crotch. Don't stare at his crotch. Dammit, I'm totally staring at his crotch. | |
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| So I'm telling Ty, right? "Like come ohn, man, get yer sh#t together! You're f#*king twenty-sevin yehrs old!" | |
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| Yeah, seriously! | |
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