Phid: I am going to Mardi Gras with my balding friend.
Me: ooo, exciting. Bring me back some exotic beer you cannot find here.
Phid: ‘K. Give me cash.
Me: Uh, I work at 7-Eleven. Hence, no spare money.
Phid: No problem.
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