I hope your effin face melts.

When I wake up, its at least the worst part of my day. Like a screaming kid, barking dogs, and the general pitter patter people moving around through the house isn’t enough. There is this vile object forcing its way through my windows, trying to steal what little but of sanity I had left. Thank you morning for being the bane of my very existence.

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Yer face.


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