Nick87
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So.. there was a time I'm gonna say between the age of 20 and 23 for me when I used to hit it pretty hard. I'd close the bar down every Friday and Saturday night. Usually several other nights built Fri and Saturday were a given. I'd get home around 2:30 or 3 and throw a pizza in the oven pass out about 90 seconds later waking up hours later to a slight case of carbon monoxide poisoning and a severe red bull/vodka hangover and a smoke alarm going off. To find a pizza identical to that one in the oven and a house half full of smoke. Throw it in the garbage and off to work or to the farm I'd go miserable. The best part was when the next morning was like groundhog day only when I went to throw Sundays pizza out I'd open the garbage to see yesterday's hockey puck ass pizza staring at me from the night before. "Son of a bitch!" That went on for a long time until I my now wife introduced me to a thing called a pizza oven with a timer. Decided to keep her after that. Looking back at my early twenties its a Miracle I'm alive and or didn't kill anyone else. Dumb.
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