"What happened last night? I remember explosions of light in the sky...and I had shots of something on fire...and then I was on fire? Did I drive the truck onto the roof again? How is that even possible, and why can't I do it when I'm sober? Alright, guess I'll start drinking then." -Brad Crabperson, MI
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