People Dodging Bullets Like They’re In The Matrix

Dad, I Really Need To Hydrate

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Woops. This is a cover-up for the ages. Not only did he text his dad instead of his dealer, but he also managed to get his hangover drink for the next day paid for. Gatorade used to taste like winning, and sports, and fun. Now it just tastes like regret and stomach pains.