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19, yo.

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Backfuckinghome. Goddamnyesyesyes.

Hilariously Enough

Apparently, sticking with wet clothes is a baaad thing. Ah well. 

Thermodynamics and Statistical Antics

I've got a thermo exam on Friday, and, frankly speaking, I should be worried. At this point, however, I just want to go home.

Note: I passed. I have no fucking clue how. That exam beat the living daylight out of me.

And on the Third Day of Christmas

...there was a wedding at Cannar. And at this wedding, they were soon to run out of caring. They said, we have not any caring. But then the Lord G-wd cried, in a somewhat nasally voice, I send salvation! And all were amazed...

...which was quite the wrong thing to feel, for Him of the Large Girth sent Bourgoin. Ah fuck.
fuckfuckfuckfuck.

And they ran out of caring. The end.