Oh, man, I must have been really drunk to turn myself into a hot chick last night. All I remember was lots of tequila, several make out sessions, and a surf instructor named Orlando. That's all hopefully in the past now, but if I can't remember where I left the wand in the next three hours, I'm going to be stuck like this forever. I only hope I didn't leave it below the high tide mark, or I'm screwed.
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