I remember the first time I drank King Cobra malt liquor. I was somewhere off of fourteenth street when the idea of renting a movie or two and eating chili with some friends came to mind. These friends were the sort of friends who were into making their own wall paper out of the pictures in such classic periodicals as Juggs and Hustler. There was a naked dude there too to which I asked why there was a naked dude there and the short one with the star tattoo on his elbow immediately screamed,

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