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It's probably good for me to get this stuff off my chest.
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That was some good times dude. I guess if you think about it was more like service for our dear friend. THAT'S how good our intentions were. Right?
No really julie, they were trying to help a friend. Help a friend satiate her lust that is.
Yeah, our friend Heather Angela Hawks totally had a crush on the guy who fixed the machine. So we went in and jammed it with nickels wrapped in paper.
The problem was that when he went to close the machine, he accidentally broke the key off in the lock. That meant he had to open the back to lock it from in there. When he was turning it around, he tilted it too much, and a fuse was blown. He had to replace it the next day.
The part that made us feel the worst was how nice he was to us the whole time, and how he gave us a ton of free games while he was fixing it, and how he told us not to go into the arcade business because dumb middle-school kids end up costing you more than you make. Apparently the game was his investment. Whoops. I promise I really did feel bad.
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