Loathe the great day, but be forewarned, fellow buttplug! I am particle spit and the great happening will neither be here nor at Taco Bell! For it has been...
HOLD IT!
What?
Why is it every time you try to break writer's block with a meta/existential rambling, you sound like you're buttfucking a William Shakespear wanna be?
Roadhouse?
Jesus christ. Even panty waste wrote better lines than this vag-tard.
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