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Jesus is a nice dude. We had a couple of shots of brandy this morning. He was aching a bit due to some hard shit on his place. Apparently he needed to fix some warped wall without the proper tools. I told him, God! Cmmon! Donīt do it that way! He then looked at me and smiled, as if I were some asshole telling him how to do things. Burp. He was right. No, sorry, left.
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