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When my wife and i got married, she told me to do whatever i (actually the best man) wanted for the party. we ended up renting an entire bar for the night, and another friend hired 2 strippers. my wife knew about it in advance and was cool with it. when the night finally arrived, the strippers didnt. so we ended up drinking the night away and then meeting up with my wife and her friends after her party. so much for strippers.
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Phant
Irrationality is the square root of all evil
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