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How come my husband came in last night and said he was going to some music studio to hang out with some of his friends making a little ghetto cd.
How come I was like "cool, see 'ya later.
How come I asked him who he was going with.
How come he said "Munch Loco".
How come I was like "M...who"?
How come my husband has a friend named Munch Loco?
How come my husband said that he's been called that since like the 3rd grade?
How come my husband drove my car last night and Munch Loco was in my car.
How come when I went to get into my car this morning the passenger seat was reclined almost to the rear seat.
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