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Sunday, November 18
A night on the town
My new plan is to get Norm Abram drunk and teach him to talk like a gangsta.
"Hey Ian, look at all these hoes. I'd like to get in them dra's."
"Oh yeah, Norm. How much would you pay to get in those drawers?"
"A quahta'!"
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