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| Dude, you need to fuckin come to the club tonight. Free drinks, bruh. | |
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| They're not free for us, ya know. Tonight's a little thing called LADIE'S NIGHT. | |
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| Come on, bruh. All you have to do is ask, "Hey, sweet thing, could you get me a free drink," and they'll do it. We'll get so drunk -- and for free. | |
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| I don't think I'll be joining you tonight, man. There's just something about drinking ridiculous amounts of grain alcohol and listening to repetitive electronic music that just isn't too appealing. | |
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| Dude... Bruh... Come on. You blow me off every week. | |
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| I'm surprized you remember considering that you black out every week. | |
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