My boss gave me a ride 'mostathaway' home tonight on account of the solid-state precipitation that has been crowding the roads as of late. If he weren't such a straight, I swear I coulda landed a blowjob. What. A. Fag.
You may giggle a little bit at this point.
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- A clue to the shape of my early childhood could go like: I fired a weapon for the first time at age 5 but I'm not saying that I'm a weapons expert... I've read more books than the average bear but I don't remember them all and bears don't read. I've always had a hard time shedding my hermit-shell but I mostly blame that on my good judgement. When I do go out I get the impression from others that I'm speaking strictly in Non-Seqiteurian...
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