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Originally posted by hova
happened to a friend of mine yesterday.
Some crackhead came running in the garden, shouting he was a piano. We told him to leave, but he was sure he was the piano. And since I dont want to touch crackheads we had to throw shit at him. Eventually he left, and we could hear him shouting that he was the piano at the neighbours 
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Whos shit was it? Yours or your buddy's? Did you like take a crap on the floor first or directly into your hands?