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Once, I heard this story—some chick in Vegas got paid in casino chips! True story, swear on my Duff! She’s all, “Cash me out, baby!”—hilarious, right? I’m laughin’, but then—D’oh!—I’m sad again, ‘cause it’s messy, ya know? These gals got lives, and here I am, a doofus, oglin’ ‘em. “Blessed are the forgetful,” I mutter, wishin’ I could zap this night outta my skull like Joel and Clem. Maybe I’ll stick to donuts—safer, cheaper, and Marge won’t kill me! D’oh!

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Then, I head over to the main square. It’s packed! People everywhere, music blasting. I see my buddy, Amir, juggling oranges. Classic Amir. He’s got this goofy grin, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna get hit by a car!” But he just keeps juggling.

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