There's so much fucked up shit to get into. Welcome back to Little Snickers, baby.

I'm Michael fucking Rainey here with my homie cowedangela.

Hey, hey.

Jake Furma Matera?

Bing bong.

Wet and juicy Jeff Simmons.

Oh, man.

You got me fired up, Jake, talking about seven minutes in heaven.

Yeah? I never kissed anybody when I was young. Oh, no, talking about seven minutes in heaven. Yeah?

I never kissed anybody when I was young.

Oh, no, I take that back.

I did kiss very young, but I never ended up playing any of those games.

Damn.

Were you at parties where the games occurred?

I was, but I was fat and I had crooked glasses.

Me too.

Yeah, I got into the room with my girlfriend at the time, seven minutes in heaven. Ooh, look at us. We're going to the fucking closet. And then she's like, no. What? Why? And then she broke up with me and stole my Tommy Hilfiger shirt. In the closet? Not in the closet. She was wearing it at that time, so she just kept it. And then I made my sister go get it back. Did she break up in the closet, though? No. She had her friend call me the next day. What you all do in the closet, brood? Brutal. Sat in silence. Sounds like you got in a pretty big fight. No eye contact. I'm like, come on. come on please please. And she's like, no. I was like, I get it. And then that was it. Aw. Yeah. I got my Tommy Hill figure shirt back. Yeah. So all that matters. Had the tag on it. It was real. When you married your wife, did you tag her in the, in the wedding photos and, like,

have Bonnie and Clyde playing in the background, be like, I get kisses anytime I want now,

bitch.

No, I didn't.

Instead, she started dating my friend a year later.

Oh.

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