LIMP BIZKIT
If only that beer wasn't splashed in my face on that "faithful" summer day at Ozzfest 98. Fred ran through the crowd in the pavillion..... I bolted over the seatts between us and just as I achieved inches in distance... *WHOOOOSH!* I learned that cheap festival beer and patent leather don't mix. I ran away from the errupting fight and got pushed farther and farther....but only after one quick touch. Rats! Foiled again!

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