Avant garde, no?

I had a dream that I got shot.


By my friend Asher!

Quelle horror!

But then we talked our problems out. The problem was that he shot me. Twice.

A: What's your problem, Cam?
C: You shot me. Twice. You dick.
A: Oh, sorry.

Then we drank this Palestinian liqueur.

A: See, it's good for you because it has marmalade in it.
C: I don't think this is actually good for you at all.

Then he shot me again.

What a dick.

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