"My son and his roommate's AC went out at their apartment late one Sunday, so I put them up at the Motel 6 for a night as both had to work the next morning. The AC in the room was cooler than Freddie Jackson sippin' a milkshake in a snowstorm. The next day, they checked out and went on their way. As per usual with my type D child, four days later, while looking for his debit card to pop off on that Raising Cane's for dinner, he noticed that he didn't have his wallet. It wasn't at work, it wasn't...

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