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When Life Gives You Lemons, Crush Them.

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Crush those Lemons and watch them burn. 


Tip: try to do an evil cackle... it helps.


Many wonder about the purpose of life. I wonder about how my hair will look tomorow. Little things, I know. 
Come along and jump on my flying carpet,  if you would like to discover something about life. Maybe you won't relate. But really, whats the harm?All Rights Reserved

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