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The first meal after a day-long, worst-of-life stomach flu is like a delicious game of Russian Roulette. I'm sorry if that's not very funny, but all the good jokes I have about yesterday are way grosser than I'm comfortable sharing.
Also, I'm 24 now, which is like, significant for some reason. This is officially my mid-20s, so maybe now's the right time to take the training wheels off
Also, I'm 24 now, which is like, significant for some reason. This is officially my mid-20s, so maybe now's the right time to take the training wheels off