You have addicted me with your crack and nicotine soaked Crimson Skin that you shamelessly tested out on us and then with drew to try to drive up the street price of KUBuckets.com access.
I demand the Crimson Skin.
Well, I insist.
Well, please.
Come, on, man, I need me some uncut Crimson Skin!
I've got the surgical tubing out and tied around my arm...
My vein is bulging...
What do you want me to do?
Alright, man, you can have my pic file of Oliva.
I'll throw in the keys to my car.
You want my house, man?
Take my !@#$%^ house!
What? No, I can't give you my 2008 KU National Champion t shirt. No. Noooooooooooooo!
Alright, its yours.
Shizz, take my autographed program by Wayne Flipping Hightower, man.
You want the photograph of me rope climbing up the outside wall of Allen Field House my freshman year and then the one standing bare assed naked on the roof?
Take it.
Whaddaya want, man?
My forge du Lagiole pocket knife I got for Christmas?
Take it.
You want my Moose Skowron autographed base ball he fouled out in old Muncipal Stadium when I was flipping six years old, man?
Take it.
Take whatever you want, just give me my Crimson skins!!!!!
(sobbing)
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