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I hate Easter, I hate Ham. My mother got drunk and sang old school motown songs to Bogie and because of this I had to drive home. I'm trying to reverse the effects of binge drinking by drinking every day. Maybe I wont lay on peoples kitchen floors. I'm getting a new car early this week so we can cruise around. Or not. I just can't believe I'm alive. And not in that religious, thankful way. I hope you're not pregnant because I just killed your baby.