I hate my you, Dad. A Tomtom? You've got to be kidding me. With that $400 I could have bought new pants I so desperately need since that stomach defect I had for three months. Oh but you wouldn't know about that, would you? Or I could register my car. Or I could get a fucking haircut as I've had split ends for about six months now. Hell with $400 I
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