Give us 100 words about a birthday.
It was two weeks ago. I left because I couldn't take another year of everyone forgetting.
...I don't have 100 words to say about that.
Do you really want to live forever?
Why would you? It blows.
What do you smell like?
Pussy, money, weed.
Show us a pictorial representation of a secret you're keeping.Wouldn't
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