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Iron Man sure is a dick when he drunk texts.
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We at Cracked are experts at moving house. Often at great speed, barely ahead of grizzled detectives we've pushed over the edge.
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If you've just arrived in college: Congratulations! Allow us to correct the fact you're already screwing around on the Internet instead of learning with some crib notes for the next four years.
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