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One time my friend, the same Danny Brown as above, over recess in 5th grade double-dog dared me to run after him and pretend like I wanted to kiss him, and I refused at first, and then he called me chicken, and because I hated being called chicken, I took him up on it--and then when we got back inside, he went to the teacher and told him what I had done, and the teacher got this very concerned look on his face, and--in front of the entire class--gave me a very stern lecture about how in this society men don't go around kissing other men.
Danny Brown, wherever you are, I hope you're a happy and well-adjusted man.
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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