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Many years ago when I was in a drug/alcohol rehab somebody was caught taking a Twinkie from the area where we ate. Said Twinkie was found in the room across the hall where I was sleeping. It was found at about (give or take, from what I remember) about 2-3am. I was groggy as fuck.
What I do remember? I remember waking up and hearing the night nurses (who happened to be of both genders) arguing in a nonchalant fashion with some bitch that was coming down hard off of being a Xanax addict.
I guess they found it under her bed or something. The male nurse asked her if she did it. She was adamantly denying it over and over until he said, "STOP! OK, it wasn't you... it was the third Twinkie man on the grassy knoll..."
End of story.
Carry on.
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