I swear, procrastination is jammed so deep inside me that I wouldn't be able to pry it out of my butt with an icepick fifteen feet long and tied to rope.
Er...Let's try that again.
I swear, if procrastinaion were a monster, I'd've been jammed down its esophagous so long ago I'd already have been melted and digested and turned into stomach lining.
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