We jumping up and down for the your fucking flies. This is guy in Boulder in 1981.

I'm on a fucking my nose is wide open maybe 90 to walk around my nose is wide open

I'm doing comedy I'm getting a divorce and they're just coming to me

I got these people want to do scams and I'm running scams on them

You know, but only person I was running a scam was on myself

But there was this one dude no names

He comes to me one day. He's like I

Need a pound the weed I gave him like some blowball number 800 without even showing him the power

We really gave me the 800 I didn't see him for about three weeks

He came up to me. What are you talking about the guy was supposed to bring it to the bar now?

I left that go fuck I gotta set this up all over again. I'm sorry

I the guy lives up in the fucking mountains. I mean this one on for fuck

And ye's I owed this guy the 800 fees

Then I went to New York and he was part of the circle. I got what so he knew I had gone to New York

And I was dating a chicken of village and I would go over down Sundays

I'm gonna have to know nearly was swapping spit in the phone rings and it's this fucking kid looking for his eat fucking 800

So I started making money orders to pay my child support

But I would take the receipt right his name on and make a copy of it and mail it to him and say I told you I sent you the fucking money

I told you this guy chased me down

Tell about fucking 96

God knows when he's gonna show up. He hasn't even tortured me on social media. I wish you at least tortured me on social media, but

Never give up. Careful. You wish for it. No the moral story is never give up some of the old you 800 you hunt them down to the fucking days over

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