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so I worked at SeaWorld San Diego for a very long time. Did I mention that Budweiser owns it. Yeah, so I got a free keg of beer just about weekly, all in the name of keeping the 5000 seasonal employees happy, well just my 20. So one Friday night we have our usual crazy party and I wake up the next day with about twenty minutes until I have to work underneath a dry docked boat. Apparently that was the warmest place I could find to sleep. When I walk up all of my friends are telling the story of a guy who fucked this chick, this fat, manly lookin chick, in front of everyone. They were chearing he was making gestures, there was even a camera. I told them that was hillarious and that I wished I had seen that, but frankly I couldn't remember shit. My best friend, who was sitting at the table, pulls me aside and says, "homeboy, that was you". Yeah right! I didn't believe him for shit until two seconds later up comes this ugly many looking chick, who's name was Barry, and says hello. I damn near died. She was a chick though, I swear
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