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Oh! Oh! Oh! What’s my stereotype!? What’s mine?!
On a side story, there used to be a little pizza place here in my little college town called Eureka Pizza. It was great drunken 2 am pizza and when you woke up the next morning you immediately regretted eating them. They had a cheeseburger pizza made with mustard and dill pickle slices. I rest my case.
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Originally Posted by Big Smoke
May as well laugh. Otherwise I will probably break shit.
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