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I just want friends with whom I can discuss the meanings of things... and who laugh at my dick and fart jokes.
my resting heart rate is zombie.
Muammar Gaddafi appeared on my toast this morning. God is clearly sending me a sign.
The adult in me wants to have intelligible debate about the GOP candidates but the kid in me wants to draw dicks on all their campaign signs
waitress: "can I get you something to drink, maybe a Bud Light, Miller Lite?" me: "no thanks, but do you have any urine on tap instead?"
when I was a child, my mom used to keep me on one of those kid harnesses until I kept chewing through the leashes.