Last night was lovely...chillin with the boys, Sven-terje, John, Bjorn, Darren and the Fetus. Things didn't get too tricky until Butter Jones walks in, takes the mic from John and starts rapping some bullshit. I stood up, crossed my hands over my chest and stared him down. Butter Jones is a piece of shit, and I should have popped him in the nose.
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