In which I reveal that I own a poo-scraping knife.
Girlfriend in a quesadilla, I know. This is serious.
I can’t promise that I’ll like it. But I can promise to hate the bass player’s hat.
“Oh, that game’s for kids.” “You must hate kids.”
I’m on the right track, baby. I was Yorn this way.
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