Basically, my friends can all get shot 78 times in the heart/face/jugular, and then run over, and then skinned alive, and then dismembered and then boiled in a pot of acid
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Yes, so I am dead. My back is killing me. I need to get my XRAYYY. THEN we can determine if I need my physio and/or a neck brace. KIDDING. But seriously. I probably could. BUT ON A HAPPIER NOTE Who wants some ridiculous POETRY? YOU DO!!! :D *rahhh!!!*
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