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I had this night a while ago, late August or early September 2003, where dunx and I drank a few 40oz of Bud on a Thursday Eve and yelled a lot (yeah, I know that's like the majority of nights we've had together) and then proceeded to pass out at his place. I don't remember getting there, but I did wake up mostly on his bed... which luckily was on the floor. I'd at least gotten my shoes off somehow. Anyway, after I woke up, I sorta crawled onto the bed to ease the pain in my back. Dunx stirred. I looked at him. And then he said some of the most precious words I have ever heard spoken by one human being to another:













Wait for it...














"Was I yelling "freshman pussy" last night?"