Back at Columbia University there was this guy everyone called Rover. His real name was Terry but if you ever called him that he'd start barking and try to bite you. In other words, a real prick. Well, Terry... I mean "Rover", didn't care who he had to piss off to get the things he wanted. He'd threaten to start a fist fight if the boys got a keg of beer he didn't like or he'd toss water balloons at the girls who wouldn't go out with him. Every day it was something new with Rover and it was never funny. After a solid year of his nonsense I finally decided to stand up to him. My cousin sent me a box of awesome cigars for Christmas and I wasn't about to share them with just anyone. I handed a few out to my closest friends and one to a professor I wanted to impress. Of course, Rover wanted one, not that he even smoked cigars, but that was irrelevant. I put my foot down on that one and Rover just flipped. He started pushing me, calling me some pretty nasty names and even snapping at me with those ugly teeth of his. No matter what happened I held my ground and kept telling him "no". That dumbass didn't get one solitary speck of tobacco from me. So, yeah, I'm not gonna back down on this Arizona issue, either.
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