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I am a scratching post for all of my problems.
I dislike listening to people proudly proclaim that they never learned to type.
I can't follow a calender to save my life.
I am p-whipped something wicked fierce.
I would like to be able to spit venom at my foes.
My manager Mark McIntosh saw Mark Mothersbaugh kick a girl in the face at a DEVO concert in 1982, AND the man can eat more breakfast food than I have seen anyone eat in my entire life.
Internet courses are biting me in the ass.
Finally, I invented a word, BUTTBALLS, however there is no definition.
I dislike listening to people proudly proclaim that they never learned to type.
I can't follow a calender to save my life.
I am p-whipped something wicked fierce.
I would like to be able to spit venom at my foes.
My manager Mark McIntosh saw Mark Mothersbaugh kick a girl in the face at a DEVO concert in 1982, AND the man can eat more breakfast food than I have seen anyone eat in my entire life.
Internet courses are biting me in the ass.
Finally, I invented a word, BUTTBALLS, however there is no definition.