All good strip club stories have a friend emerging from some back room proclaiming softly and urgently “We need to go. Now”
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No Purpose Flour
His hair is soaking wet. He doesn’t even stop as he walks by the table, picks up the case of beer, says “we’re leaving”, and keeps heading towards the door. Can’t help but notice that while his hair is wet in the way it can only get if you are in the shower all his clothes are perfectly dry.
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