You dirty, little doper.

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I’m going to go out on a limb here and say you like chips, don’t you? And when people come looking for you, they can most likely find you on the couch with heavy eyelids and crumbs all around your nook. You lift your head ever-so-slightly, as if to say, “Dude, I’m here…”.

YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH. You had so much potential.

But hey brother, I guess it’s better to burn out fast than slowly fade away.

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