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Surf Nazis Must Die!
Oh, that reminds me..
A few weeks ago I woke up one sunday to realize that my feet were bleeding. I wondered why, so I called my mate and asked him how I got home, because I didn't remember. He told me I had concluded I was "too drunk to fuck", and left after that, alone despite the fact that people offered me a bed/to make sure I got home safely.
Cool, I said, and crawled down the stairs to get some stuff from my jacket, but all I found in my pocket was my socks. So, yeah, I think I know what walking on broken glass is like. =.= Or maybe I just cut myself when I got home, who knows?