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Once more I stand above the broken bodies of my friends who tried to drink me under the table on my birthday . . ..
Once more I stand and beat my breast while screaming in atavistic pleasure as I survey the field of foes that thought that . . just . . . one . . . more . . . shot . . of Tequilla . . . would take me down.
Fools. Mere mortals.
Happy Birthday to me
PS. I copied this from another post because I am having trouble being original right now . . ..
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