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At what point does one begin to fear that their brain does not work as its design intended?
I am 28 years old, and still don't seem to understand the concept of waiting for five goddamned minutes for a french bread pizza to cool off before jamming it in my mouth like a fat kid.
The roof my mouth seems to be living, screaming proof that I do not learn.
I am 28 years old, and still don't seem to understand the concept of waiting for five goddamned minutes for a french bread pizza to cool off before jamming it in my mouth like a fat kid.
The roof my mouth seems to be living, screaming proof that I do not learn.