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It’s common knowledge that the best pepper in the world resides in your favorite gin mill, the 99 Restaurant. Knowing this, a group of thugs, Pepsibones, my girlfriend, and myself, filched some on Friday evening. I thought all was well, until I found Pepsibones using said spices on a common omelette today. I had to resist the urge to smash his pate.
I spend a good deal of time lately obsessing over the Cold War these days.
Pepsibones and myself at an engagement party on Saturday. While enjoying ourselves, he lives perpetually in fear of being caught by the authorities; he has the death sentence on twelve systems. Thankfully we roll tight with some queer clone in Mandalorian armor, who keeps the fuzz off of him.