Now I know how Schleprock felt on the Flintstone's. It must be tough walking around with a black cloud over ones head all the time. Everything seems to be falling apart, so I am working my arse off trying to drown myself in self-pity and sleep depravation. People tend to let me down, so I try not to get too close to them to avoid the grief of
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