Ever go to the bar by yourself and you tell yourself, I'll only have one pitcher. Only one. Then your friends show up and next thing you remember after being challenged by all your so called "friends" to down six rounds of Four Horsemen is waking up in a ditch. Naked. Surrounded by rough handed men who smell of wood smoke. Friends don't challenge friends to down six rounds of Four Horsemen. Ever.
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