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				 Austin.... I hate you and your bachelor's party... 
 
			
			... you gave me SARS: Severe Alcohol Retardation Syndrome.
 All that drinking made me retarded sick.  I now have a cold... missed work yesterday... barely made it to work today...  I'll prolly feel better just in time to get loaded at your wedding on Saturday.
 
 I hate you.  I hate Vegas.  Ugggghhhhnhnnnnn.
 
				__________________Is you is, or is you ain't, my con-stit-u-ints?
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