Just for the record, I have never wanted to have my face eaten off of my skull slowly by a monkey wearing high-heels......nor have I ever considered it a worthwhile aspiration to desire being sealed within an air-tight room, after drinking a gallon and a half of coffee and/or beer, whose very floor is tiled with chemically engineered biscuits that produce a vapor once in contact with human urine, that is equivalent to an entire days worth of Britney Speer's Alpo Farts.
The above is just a taste of what is to come, that being that I now officially have my own internet after over a year of using Coffee House WiFi when I could.
God help you all.
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