It's Monday, 1:33 AM, and I'm going downstairs to get dinner.
And there's a perfectly logical explanation for this, I promise, but I don't feel like sharing.
Something I saw while I was away on a shirt:
"FedSex: When you absolutely need it overnight."
"France sucks, but Paris swallows."
*picture of trailer* "My other home is a meth-lab."
And now I
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