It's been a very bad week. The druids have decided to remove me from the Instatubes Club of Supremer Beings for cheating on last Dreadlock Holiday's bingo exam. My feet have mutatated ants constantly gnawing on them and I'm getting a little bit pissed off with them. An Indian man is in my house as we speak, systematically killing eveything I have ever known. He'll be here in a minute, this may well be the last thing I ever type.
Or not.
Y'see, the thing is you're too demanding, I don't like writing and (most importantly) fuck you.
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