Austin.... I hate you and your bachelor's party...
... you gave me SARS: Severe Alcohol Retardation Syndrome.
All that drinking made me retarded sick. I now have a cold... missed work yesterday... barely made it to work today... I'll prolly feel better just in time to get loaded at your wedding on Saturday.
I hate you. I hate Vegas. Ugggghhhhnhnnnnn.
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