Occifer, Oficer. I’m surry about this misucnderstandingish thing. Look, I’ll be honesth with you. Really, I want to. Really. I was at’d thees party, right? Lotsta chicks. Everything goin’ well. I had, maybe, MAYBE, like six vodka tonics. I swear. OK, maybe seven but definly not moor than seven. UGH MY HEAD. Look, Occifer. I got this iBreath thingie for ...
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