Thank you for not actually slapping me. I didn't drink two, or even a whole one. I did buy two more, but I gave them to Vinny. I realize I said that I wanted any of you to slap me at that point, but I realized, thankfully, that none of you know what the person behind the keyboard looks like, unless we went to school together, or you happen to recognize my manurisums from the few other places I interact, where I have actually shown my face. If we did go to school together, most likely, fuck you, if you were one of my few friends, hey, still a depressed lil shit. Anyway, I gotta go for now, so, see ya, maybe.
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The Journal of Michael Afton
Ngẫu nhiênJust a journal of Michael Afton and possibly the other Afton children.
