One time after I finished 6th grade I had a couple of friends, lets say Pillock and Pothead.
Pillock and I would hang out a lot, ride around town on our bikes. Then Pothead, who lived across the Missouri river in Mandan came to Pillocks house with his friend, lets say Pataponce. They thought it...
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