No one would find it cute, humorous, or rational if I hid in the pantry, shoving handfuls of Goldfish crackers in my mouth while pooping my pants. They call that being drunk.
No one would find it cute, humorous, or rational if I hid in the pantry, shoving handfuls of Goldfish crackers in my mouth while pooping my pants. They call that being drunk.
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