I am going to bob for muffins.
I am going to slip on spit I inadvertently produced from a motherfucker I walked into.
I am going to memorize a poem.
I am going to pitch a tent on the campus of Apple Hq. With your cousin. Ungh.
I am going to fret.
I am going to connect two nipples. Yes.
And keep squelching the weasel.
minefully yours,
El
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