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This weekend I created, or rather adapted a new game. You see, many months ago i wrote a song entitled "doo doo on the driver" and yesterday i created a game with the help of Rosie Moan called "doo doo on the..." Then we played it in ensemble. Then I played it with mom and dad but they didn't actually WANT to play, so i really just played it by myself. Anyway, it rules.
THEN, i went to pet my dog and there was something wet on his back that looked, felt, smelled like, and was indeed doo doo. Then I washed my hands.
Then i read Ben Shavers poem and considered leaving a comment but had no words to say.
THE WORST PART OF MY LIFE WAS WHEN I REALIZED THAT THIS IS MY LIFE.
ohhhh equus.