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“My Name Is Duke…. Duke the Puke”
“I got puked on. Yep, that’s pretty much all that needs to be said. It was this dude; let’s call him Duke, who was a real tough guy from the “tough’ neighborhood of our city. On our second date, he insisted we do shots, and he wasn’t much of a conversationalist, so I figured it was a pretty good idea. We’re going shot for shot when all of a sudden he gets this weird expression on his face. Almost that same expression on your face when you are in a quiet public area and a big, fat, noisy fart escapes you! The next moment, he looks down and vomits all over the foot of the bar. It splattered up and covered my feet, legs and my priceless new Guess jeans. I really didn’t think we’d exchange that type of bodily fluid on the second date! Needless to say, my jean was ruined and so were the rest of our dating ventures!
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