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We're back.
Our highlights can
sometimes be very entertaining.
To us at least.
I literally thought,
am I the one throwing all
this bad juju out there?
But I go back to that
Robin Williams thing, you know,
you never know what
someone else is going through.
Well, you know what, karma's real.
I learned a long time ago,
I'm not going to invest in people
that aren't worth investing in.
I mean, it's just one of
those things in human nature
where everybody thinks they're right.
Well, I'm right.
It's not me, it's not me.
And you had it right the
first time, I was wrong.
Yeah, well, there is a
first time for everything.
Totally wrong, you got it right.
I cried at senior night this year.
Mr. Rogers, Bob Ross,
in the crocodile hunter.
Talk about good karma and good juju.
Oh, I miss Mr. Rogers.
I don't, but he's nostalgic.
My homies pour a little
liquor for those guys.
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