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Ooh, when I was in San Francisco I walked past the Wax Museum and they had a horrible wax figure of Mike sitting on a stool throwing up the deuce. It looked nothing like any of his faces. It looked more like E Casanova to me. They didn’t even get the eyes remotely close. Sad, but I didn’t even get chocolate wasted. I just had chocolate. The devil is busy. In my life there is no such this as happiness. We simply trade one hell for another.
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