I get home at about 8:30 this morning (been gone a couple of days with Aaron, at his pad or Joe's in the ghetto, haven't really been eating except maybe a handful of generic M&M's and a bowl of Top Ramen) hungry as a mutherfucker, and I spot this whole fucking granola bar sitting right on top of the trashcan. You know, those hard kind that come two
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