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Hand down my pants all day. Actually, not wearing pants. Hand in my robe all day. Half-chub. Just ate a tiny Snickers bar. Isn't that interesting? Ohio State fight. UFC fight. No more 4 a.m.s. No more waking up at noon. At least not tomorrow. Hot sauce on beans and chicken. Electric fly swatter, zap. And that was my day. Sun is down already, wtf.

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