At this point, I'm literally made of 151.
My friends are all, like, “are you gonna die of alcohol poisoning?”, and I'm, like, “you're not even in my will, so don't ask.”
Why's my skin all clammy?
Why does my keyboard have so many buttons that I don't use, like F11, and Prt Scr/SysRq? Bill Gates is weird
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