I'm a playa at heart; 'cause playahs don't

I'm a playa at heart; 'cause playahs don't part, it's an art script'n rhymes with auditory arc.
But, let's be honest, I'm a pretentious asshole who thinks Whole Foods is affordable and never sets foot in the hood. So
in the event of a mugging, I'd probably just wet myself and laugh hysterically. Judy, on the other hand, would never
be able to laugh and pee at the same time. It was physically impossible for her thanks to
her "condition." Her time at Boston College hadn't been kind to her, drinking 26 Busch Lights on Marathon Monday caused
her to wake up the next morning on the third floor of Vanderslice. She decided to explore the
men's washroom. It didn't taste quite how she expected. An interesting mix of urine, vomit and
empty sadness. If only she could stay in the stall longer, she could feel it wrapping its yellow-stained arms around
the stall door preparing to wrench it off. How was she supposed to fight monster? She felt doom creeping when suddenly
a ninja appeared with a fist full of popsicles and fried rice to energize her as she took on the massive thing.

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