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My tailbone hurts from this shitty chair, I'm tired of writing papers for systems design class, and I'm discussing with an old friend how much we each can drink in beer before we have to piss every three minutes. At least the cats have given me a respite from CONSTANTLY having to fight for space in my lap. I need my sweetie to come home so I can hold her and bury may face in her shoulder.
Maybe this weekend, I'll put the new seat belts in the '72 Buick. I need to get a license plate that reads "BBY-ETR."
Maybe this weekend, I'll put the new seat belts in the '72 Buick. I need to get a license plate that reads "BBY-ETR."