Someone please come take pity on me and shoot me. And my floor mates. Please. I beg of anyone to take pity on me. Or you could shoot just my floor mates. That would be nice.
I am sick. Cold. Headache. Stomach ache. Back ache.
Yet my floor mates insist on being the most retarded pack of idiots EVER. I shall explain.
Last night I went to bed
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