See, folks, I’m a sell out. I’m a whore. I’m no different than any of those girls out in The Valley getting their holes stuffed in exchange for greenbacks. We’re all whores in one way or another. The biggest difference between whore to whore, though, is the price. What’s my price, you ask? A whole buncha snack food. That’s it. See, I have a friend of mine (who will remain anonymous) who claims to have been given the short end of the stick by Mr. Peter ...
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