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Well, I'm drunk as hell right now. My question is:
Why, after getting drunk, do I not decide to stop drinking until after I notice the room is spinning?
Seriously. This sucks.
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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