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It's not bloody fair feeling hungover without booze. One of life's little pieces of bullshit.
PS. I miss my wife.
PPS. Her secretary's voice hurts my ear drum, and I figured it's not very polite telling her to shut up when I was the one calling her.
PPPS. I have an itchy ball I couldn't even be bothered scratching.
PPPPS. I still miss her.
PS. I miss my wife.
PPS. Her secretary's voice hurts my ear drum, and I figured it's not very polite telling her to shut up when I was the one calling her.
PPPS. I have an itchy ball I couldn't even be bothered scratching.
PPPPS. I still miss her.