You know, I probably looked like some kind of strung out meth head or something standing on your front porch in my PJs and a T-shirt which had hot sauce stains on it, but thanks man for letting me use your phone to call my wife at work because I had locked myself out of the house. That was righteous. You are a god among mortals.
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