You get a call from one of your buddies. He tells you that the boys are going to a bar with two-dollar beers and mud wrestling. You tell him that you've been battling a wicked stomach virus all day, just so that you can stay in and get a kick out of those old cheesy movies.


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Scottjpw on the 27th 2006f July 2006 |
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