You haven't been through shit until you wake up way down south with a splitting headache and a tattoo on your arm that reads "I love greesy chicken!" that's never been there before, and you somehow married your cousin and tied the knot dressed as storm troopers cuz it was a starwars wedding, and the rabai (cuz he was Jewish, SHALOM!) was speaking in klingon, all up in yo grill wit a gat, beeeeeeeeotch!

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