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Tomorrow. Tomorrow can't come soon enough, because The Nuisance will be gone. Off to North Carolina, never to return. Bye-bye. Even if he does return, our door is no longer open. We're not putting him up for any length of time ever again.
No more blasting TV. No more smelly cooking. No more almost setting the house on fire. No more ridiculous questions. No more racism. No more 1950's worship. All of that ends tomorrow. I can't fucking wait.
No more blasting TV. No more smelly cooking. No more almost setting the house on fire. No more ridiculous questions. No more racism. No more 1950's worship. All of that ends tomorrow. I can't fucking wait.