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Last night I chased a skunk with a shovel and a flashlight in a barn while looking for a crowbar and wearing a flannel shirt. I was drunk off whiskey and beer and set aflame a dresser and many articles of clothing that were stolen from a well-deserving man. Then scared myself, and walked around Jones Soda's house with a metal baseball bat. Fell on the floor a few times, swung the bat a few times, screamed a few times. Woke up with a sore throat in a flannel shirt with cuts and bruises and dirt and the smell of skunk anus flowing throughout the atmosphere.
I'm getting bored. Very bored. I can't wait until October. For the first time in my asshole, loner life I can honestly say I'm looking forward to meeting new people. Though I think it may just be the drugs talking.
I'm getting bored. Very bored. I can't wait until October. For the first time in my asshole, loner life I can honestly say I'm looking forward to meeting new people. Though I think it may just be the drugs talking.