Dude, I got totally rollo-farmered last night. We had fat ribeyes and like 2 bottles of wine each. My
head is killing me.
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John: I can't make it to the game today.
Tim: Why not?
John: We went over to the Smith's last night and got rollo-farmered. Nancy can't get out of bed, so I have to watch the kids all day.
Tim: Bummer.