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Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Bears
Scotch on the rocks. No I don't want any fucking honey, what are you, retarded?
My girlfriend gave me a stuffed bear for Valentine's Day, and I amused myself to no end by making him speak like a drunken 45-year old who's given up on his dreams.
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