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my brother farted earlier and went "MACHINE GUN BITCH".
fast food is nasty. i work around it now.. but thank god i'm only drive-thru. if i had to work the cooker i'd die.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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