Yeah this didn't really work out. This was at BMR during the "slow race" that Warren and I just blasted into while it was going on. It was probably 4pm and we had been drinking since 10ish. Wizard staff drinking. In about ten minutes we chased Jerimiah around and ended up crashing the shit out of Warren's knuckle. Flipped it over and picked it up, first kick, back to it.
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