<da-drew> i get into my car, and one of the theater people comes up to my window and tells me to give the ash trays back
<da-drew> wit is what you and ryan pride yourselves upon
<da-drew> send to me as a tar
<da-drew> unless he's nextdoor and your walls are paperthin
<da-drew> because i'm tired of you saying "sup" and nothing else
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