my dad took me to school so I could print out the cd layouts I designed for studio. we fucked up the printing on the cds (found out later it was because my dad tried to print on a cd that isn't printable...) so he starting screaming and shit. because it was my fault that it wasn't working. ahh yes. nothing like father daughter bonding... then the
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