I'm drunk Steve.


I'm drunk Steve.

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  1. Joe CwikOctober 31, 2017 at 7:42 PM

    Don’t run with a sword. You might spill your beer.

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  2. Erik MORNESNovember 1, 2017 at 6:36 AM

    Do you have a full stack of beer in your hotbar?

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  3. Casey G.November 1, 2017 at 6:38 AM

    After one street my hotbar was
    huge box-mask
    sword
    Coop's mask
    beer
    flashlight
    Coop's hat

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  4. Erik MORNESNovember 1, 2017 at 7:10 PM

    Casey G. one year I made a zombie/creeper mask for my son, and her didn't wear it for very long either. This year he didn't even wear a costume, and thankfully he's old enough to go out on his own, with his friends. Win!

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