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Freshman year of college, I went to the cafeteria, put a piece of pizza in my pant's pocket, and bought it. On a bet, of course.
Another time, a guy I vocally hated bought me tons of beer in order to hit on my friends despite the fact that none of them would give him play.
Another time, a homeless asked me what my philosophy of life was, I told him I didn't have one, and he told me that I need to get my priorities straight.
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