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Well, I would be doing something constructive at the momment, but instead I'm filling out a statement for the Sherrif's Dept because two kids thought they'd better cut school and clean out my house. Hope they buy some really good drugs with all my change I had in my dresser drawer. They'll probably like my Playstation more than I did, too. But that whiskey that was in my fridge, I want that back, I had plans for that shit. Goddamned...