I don't wanna do a bio... i'm tired.
sweating in California
You should give me the tickets because if you give them to some scrawny Vancouver kid, him and his date will probably get murdered at the show and then its all on you, Mercury. Next thing you know, you're responsible for the deaths of two innocent hillbilly white kids and you've got to advertise twice as many morbidly obese prostitutes in the back of your paper. That's a lot of paper that you're using at this point and the Hawthorne hippies are probably going to start getting all uppity and boycotting your swag. Now they want to come to your office and pour fake blood all up in your shit. Not to mention that I don't have tickets so now I've got to sell my butthole on the street to scrounge up the change for OFWGKTA. That's a lot of fucking crabs going around, Mercury. I don't know if you're really prepared for the possibility of not giving me these tickets.
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