so i'm on the way to the place, and i can't figure out what to eat. you know that feeling that you want something and you don't know what it is? anyway the bastard hangs up the phone and lo and behold, we have a japanese restaurant in the area. right after i hang up the phone, there it is. the weird part is they were piping in christian rock while i was waiting for my udon noodles and sushi. how weird. then again i guess the bastard can trust that the fish was fresh, they are christian and all.
—the bastard
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i can't find my banned copy of to hell with the devil. the important thing was that the garlic udon was dope.
yes, the 700 club or one of those organizations took offense. i'll take a look when i get a chance but i suspect the deuce might have taken it
ugh
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