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Let me know when you take a hold of someone and put the fear of God in them. THAT'S rage.
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Never heard of having a rager?
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You tryin to low-key rage tonight bro? I know it's Monday, but fuckin YOLO dude.
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Maybe the DJ was Jonathan Edwards?
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that's normally what I have in the mornings before I get up
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Morning wood is not to be confused with such an event.
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ha no, the rager is what I do with it :nudge nudge wink wink: ;)
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When I rage, there are at least 5 bottles thrown against the wall. Much shouting takes place. More things get broken. Metal is blasted from the stereo.
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Funny story:
Back in 1995, I went on my high school senior trip right after gradumacation to Cancun. When we got there, we went to a meeting that told us about all of the fun, non-dangerous spots in the city. Then Serge walked in. Serge was a muscle head party boy (in today's language, he was a "douche bag") who happened to be the M.C. at one of the nightclubs. In front of 200 18 year olds, he introduced himself. "Yo, I'm Serge, and I'm the party host at Dady O's. And at Dady O's, we RAGE!!"
His words still ring in my ears to this day.
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