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There is apparently something about my KILLER BEES t-shirt which is making people stare at me. Damn, London, you got tame. Remember when you used to stare at me because I had a foot-high blue-and-green mohawk made of foam rubber? And now a rollerderby t-shirt is all it takes? Cowards.
Everything is awful, life has no point. Business as usual.
Everything is awful, life has no point. Business as usual.