Death to the bitch that keeps setting off the fire alarm. I will hunt you done and break your fingers off so you are unable to cook. It's not three stirkes and your out, it's three strikes and you're fucking dead.
Oh kirstin last weekend was fun being drunk as poo with you was fun... but we didnt do our tradition our lovely sumer-salts (i dont know how to spell that word at the moment) but we will definatly have to do it again over christmas vacation you besta call me!!!!!!
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