Well... Sort of. I know a guy who knows a chick. She knows a guy who has a cousin named Jim. Jim called up his boss at McDonalds and they mentioned to the guy who cleans toilets there that he should speak to Ralph. Ralph likes to hang out at a bar downtown where a lot of those shit tank people hang out. I was able to get a fake license on short notice and I only had to pay with an 8 ball. A good deal if you ask me.
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