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I'm fry. I'm a writer. I don't care if you're a writer too, so don't make it into the center of conversation. I'd rather talk about what is being written. I go to college, so that means you shouldn't fuck with me, man. fuuuuuuuuuuuck you i'm really weird. Other than that, I don't really know what to write here except this (newly edited!): I went to a non-dairy creamer. She was picturesquely laid out like a fruit cake with a wet spark greater then a great lake. She told me, "Walk with me." We went to the new church, and she baptized me with salt. She told me, "Liquor." We went to the Red King. He offered us Thigh Land. I told him, "I'm a pie man." |