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It's probably good for me to get this stuff off my chest.
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3 comments:
Good thing I live with you, eh?
Not quite. I actually had to get my own house, too, to avoid suspicion. Of course, everyone knew it was me anyway.
Still, you know there is no way in the name of Gravy I would ever clean it up. And neither would your roommates. The roomies we have are good but they'd be ticked enough to bother you lots to get you to clean it up. Oh my....
That's funny about the cop though. Dang man. You are so going to hell ;P
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