Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit. I'm sick. Shit. It feels like a baby's dick is up my nose. I can't eat breakfast. I have to call it breafixed. I take old glass bottles to the redycling denter. I been blessed with the blood of a norse god yet once a year I'm cursed with an illness. I'll have to use the remedies of the gods (orange juice and Day-Quil (
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but i digress.
i care because, well, who the fuck do you think you are? this is the INTERNET, a personal blog, not the fucking state of the union address. i hope you're not getting your cheesy, fetid panties in a wad over something so simple. perhaps you should grow some fucking balls and at least let "nimrod" know who you are. i mean, if you want to "do" him so badly, you're so much hotter than his girlfriend, and you're spewing all of this fucking hyperbole, you should at least have the intestinal fortitude to show your fucking face. who knows? maybe he'll want to do you, too. highly unlikely, but possible nonetheless. however, on a more serious note, you honestly think you can outwit ( ... )
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it sounds sooo familiar...
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