My head feels like a 26oz rum hangover WITHOUT the satisfaction of time spent engaged in drunken hilarity and sodden staggering revelries.
effin', essin', h. christin', movverpluckin'...migraine. You were, are and forever shall be....a big feckin' wagonload of absolutely no damned fun at all. I feel like duct taping ice-cubes to my eyes...
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