Hi,
Damn, man. Shit. Lean into the stake like I’m doin’ the cha-cha, brother. Life like a macaroni noodle, sister: you are born supple, grow hard, get boiled, and become soft once more.
During New Years Eve, my friend announced to the room once that I shat on my floor twice. I denied it because I had genuinely forgot. Which is worse, asketh the philosoph…
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