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[journalwk]

american Anglophiles are not to be trusted ever.

I'm off to funeral. Haha I don't own any black clothing except for my cardigan and my Motörhead shirt.

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você começou-me realmente doente com seu comportamento fraudulent

[odobenidae]

Sometimes I like to rumple up a blanket on my lap and create a Matchbox/Hot Wheels netherworld. The race cars get a little valley of their own. I plant the '59 Caddy in a cave at the bottom, place the ambulance strategically on the cliff, and let the hopped-up low-rider fly between the peaks.

But then Rosco P. Coltrane starts fucking with the race cars, and Boss Hogg's longhorn Cadillac rolls up and tries to fuck everything up! That's when the boat pulls into pier, the captain takes over one of the souped-up hot rods with the blower on the hood, and chase those Hazzard pricks clear out of Chickasaw. The purple sports car fucking peels out, flies across the mountain and screeches to a stop next to the street cleaner.

Which reminds me, the other night I tapped into the stretcha stretcha and totally embalmed it all!

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[odobenidae]

Hey yo, I'm peppering your email, how about that! Might send you a text message, too, just to ramp up the omniscience factor. Word, I was just checking the 33o accepted/rejected list for the first time in a while. Interesting to look at some of the folks we turned away back then. How's about more people paying A to the O!