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I talked to my mom and dad about jazz for like a million years today. My mom actually got to see Buddy Rip and Miles Davis too. Lucky ho. Then my dad got pissed when I said we always fight when we go to family restaurants. Sarah's was fun today. Even though Yen told me off. Check Suicideboys for homo-erotic pictures. Oh, and it turns out Legget was fine. It was just a flesh wound. We got a Stuart Tank in there and cleared the whole fucking town out.