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October 21, 2009: If you're not filled with a self-dillusional sense of bravado, then what point is there in being in a gang, right? I mean, it takes brass balls to punch a werewolf in the face with brass knuckles, but one can make the argument that it was a moment of instinctual self-preservation. But to then square off against the big hairy mofo for round 2? Yeah, that can't possibly end well. |
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