I once went to the funeral of someone I didn't know just to get out of a Spanish test.
And sorry, people. I will be more fastidious from now on. And yes, they're real, and no, I've only just begun.
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It's probably good for me to get this stuff off my chest.
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I couldn't stop laughing at my neighbours funeral. A friend is to blame.
I'll never forget the time my family was reading scriptures and we got to the verse, "And he died."
We then busted out laughing, all of us, then continued reading. No we aren't morbid at all.
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