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One night, I nutted on the passenger-side floor of my homie's WRX while he left the car to pick up our Panda Express order. Thing is, his blue LED lights lit the bust splatter up like a blacklight when he opened the door, so I quickly took the bag of food and placed it over the gooey mess. All was chill until I had to hand him the bag when we reached my apartment and were setting the table. Bro said the bag was sticky and I blamed it on the staff for spilling the honey walnut shrimp sauce.
Neither of us ordered honey walnut shrimp.