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I'll admit it. I want one. Unfortunately, my guy likes a bit of well-maintained grass on the field, so I may never get one. Dammit.
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Miles: It tastes like the back of a f*ing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull****. F*in' Raid. Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.
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