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Okay, I must come clean. I was at the bar and was wearing a moto jersey that I ironed a big #1 onto the back. I recently stubbed my toe so I was walking with a limp but was telling everyone there that I just had a nasty crash over the weekend but still won every race I entered. (Currently 56-0) My game and lies were tight, I was pulling mad chicks and then this dude named Bobby comes up and tries to befriend me. I said my name was Kevin. I told him I know RJ and CC because...