"Give me two hours of activity, and I'll take the other twenty-two to daydream." I read something like this recently; I resonated.
My jalopy is ill and requires medical attention from the car hospital; as a result, I now drive a swank Epica and I recieve contemptious looks from envious louses -- you friggers.
Life is awkward.
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how was OJ featured in this post?
I was blissfully listening to Orange Juice as I was writing this sucker.
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