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I've got a new hand! And I'm finally out of the hospital! But with a developed taste for wax and crayons, no less. My mind is a bit clearer now; my hands less chapped.
It appears that my daughter has been sleeping with that other whoreson of Gondor and my son has turned into some anime character. At least, to his joy, he's probably the subject of more smutty fanfiction now. Whatever.
I bought myself a box of 64 Crayola crayons and the latest They Might Be Giants LP and I'm not leaving my room until the box is empty and I've heard "Older" at least thirty-seven times. Good night, all.
It appears that my daughter has been sleeping with that other whoreson of Gondor and my son has turned into some anime character. At least, to his joy, he's probably the subject of more smutty fanfiction now. Whatever.
I bought myself a box of 64 Crayola crayons and the latest They Might Be Giants LP and I'm not leaving my room until the box is empty and I've heard "Older" at least thirty-seven times. Good night, all.