Monday, September 2nd, 2002 | 17:41
Exit stage left!

My mother walked in and everything is now hershershershershershers.
She is also evicting the guy who pays seven hundred dollars a month to live in her basement because she doesn't like him.
Also, I'm fucking sick of talking about what I'm feeling! I mean seriously! Bandersnatch!!!
I need to poop.

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