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Saturday, October 04, 2008

And then we got drunk and wanted to fight one another






And laughed about it the next day.

At the end of the day, when you leave work, you go home, you see the exact same people!

So there is a lot of fighting, and if they are friends, a lot of laughter about the fighting.
Posted by curme at 8:16 AM

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