one drunk girl's molar, some blood, a 30 degree basement, a 20 degree shed, a 10 degree warehouse, a respiratory infection, some hangnails, bad weather, a few crossed arms, two knives, an altercation with a new york dickhead and a bunch of records and i still don't want to be in tampa. this was way too fucking fun, even thought he air was too thin
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