And so I walked into the 7-11 to get myself something to drink and there are these two brawny-looking dudes with enormous hand-held cannons and ski masks bugging the cashier and making trouble. However, I was so stoned out of my mind that I didn't realize the danger of sticking around and purchasing a 7-up. So I walked up to the counter, slammed down my two dollars, and clearly stated, "change, goddammit." Then one of the big dudes turns to me, shoves his large projectile weapon up my left nostril and abruptly shouts, "WAIT YOUR TURN, ASSHOLE!!!!" Suddenly I felt the unique experience of my skull splintering into my brain and splattering all over the Pepsi cans behind me.
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