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The first time I met Borf, of Clan Borf, he was snorting Ketamine off a hispter's mesh trucker hat whole drinking a diet pepsi at a Justice concert up in White Plains. He then beat up a pregnant woman and stole a chain of glow wands from a rolling teenager. Next thing I knew, Borf was dry humping Eartha Kitt up against a port-a-potty without his pants on, and I'll be damned if there wasn't fluorescent paint all over his big beautiful ogre ass.
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