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I'm hiding out at Lyle's, until this marriage thing blows over. Sheila seems pretty volatile. The crazy bitch threw the sofa threw my living room wall when I told her I was out of beer. Lyle says he knows a specialist for this kind of thing, and has sent FatFat out to retrieve him.

I have to admit staying at Lyle's is pretty fun. He showed me his dad's collection of vintage Penthouse Magazines. All these boobs of women probably long dead. I think The Who wrote a song about something like that.

Somehow I accidentally set one on fire, but Lyle was pretty cool about it, even though it was probably priceless. Sometimes I am such a fool. I'm pretty lucky to have a dude like Lyle around. When I have hard times like these. I should buy him a present or something.

What kind of present do dudes buy each other?