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Damn, Karl you're a scary son of a gun. My Brainiac "server " at McD's handed me my small black coffee in a bag the other day. I could tell that the lid was half on by the stain spreading on the bottom of the bag. Having been fooled once before and screamed obscenities back through the drive through, I declined his offering this time and asked if he was a friggin terrorist cos he just handed me a car-bomb. He said whuuuut? I expected no less.
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