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Once, I heard this story—some chick in Vegas got paid in casino chips! True story, swear on my Duff! She’s all, “Cash me out, baby!”—hilarious, right? I’m laughin’, but then—D’oh!—I’m sad again, ‘cause it’s messy, ya know? These gals got lives, and here I am, a doofus, oglin’ ‘em. “Blessed are the forgetful,” I mutter, wishin’ I could zap this night outta my skull like Joel and Clem. Maybe I’ll stick to donuts—safer, cheaper, and Marge won’t kill me! D’oh!

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinkin’, “Seriously? In the middle of my pep talk?” So we all rush outside, and I’m trying to keep the vibe positive. I’m like, “Look at the bright side! Free fresh air!” But Taro’s still sobbing. I’m like, “C’mon, man! We’re in Himi! Look at the mountains!”

JW Si Himi Kɛ Sɔmɔmi Ní Tsumi Kpe ɔ He Blɔ Nya Tomi Kɛ Ha April 21-27, 2025