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Crunk Fix
I've been layin' down some tracks with a buddy.
AETz: The heaviest bombs in Japan since Nagasaki.

SATURDAY NIGHT

THE BEAT

COMMUNIST PARTY

spread the revolution, comrad!

Just to clear things up, the beatnick found passed out in random house, was found passed out in random frat house. On the pot (not the rag). And he also blew chunks. He blew chunks at the presidents house. On the presidents lawn.

So, August made a zing tonight. Not a burn, not a burn pshhhh, and certainly not a burn third degree pshhhh. We talked about it, and his comment "they are descent" in response to my comment that people have sex with the dead all the time.

Can we invite this guy to one of our parties?

"Ohhhhh, uterian Cock Block. 'The fruit of my loins shall not be corrupted by your seed, be gone!'" Lee's description of my date last saturday.

August: Are you hung over?
Lee: No.
August: Well you're drinking water...