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Probably in college you got to experience that hilarious prank where your buddies get you an escort for your birthday and you wake up and see pictures of her teabagging your forehead because she was really a transsexual and then they send the pictures to your friends and relatives and it winds up on the Internet and you're ostracized from your community forever and every night you wake up in a cold sweat, swiping at your forehead because you feel phantom scrotum there. Hell, it happens to everyone.

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