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I, for one, welcome our crab overlords.
I don't like him I dont think he's funny but If he wants to stop being a fatso good for him.
Thanksgiving. 1992. The day I tried to kill myself for the first time. I was 13 and I was exhausted. My father had just yelled at me because he could hear my music through my door when he was in the hallway. He could hear that I existed and that set him off. My father was abusive and had ground me down to a point…
Haha. Get back to me about this one after Thursday. My mother is a liberal witch who never doesn't wear seven layers of purple ruffles plus rainbow tie-dyed scarves to tie it all together and whose life was saved by Obamacare. My in-laws own twelve guns, live off-grid, and believe that the U.S. is officially a…
Cool.
Step 1: Drape bacon over top of pecan pie.

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