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so my story goes like this, and its a freakin tragedy

so normally after a ceasefire demo, solly hardhat n i go watch the first two get wasted off their ass, cause sollys a lunatic and demos not so normal either. but today i gotta buncha nasty infections in my throat from who knows wehre prolly the shitty water in hoodoo and dokta insists "i gotta rest"

so i go and do that but the thing is

the bastards are OUTSIDE MY DOOR CHANTIN ABOUT THE SHORES OF TRIPOLI

and i cant

goddamn

sleep


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