Tiff climbed a tree and got pitch on her pants… Tim bought root beer liquor, it tasted like tootsie rolls… I smoked a lot… My fucking life is miserable… now I’m floating on heart shaped clouds that smell a bit like rusty nails, I wish to come down now I’ve had enough of this inane montage of adversity and loathing… who will redeem me form this pit
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