I started with my phone battery dying. And it's fucking hot out. I fucking hate it when people say the same shit over and over and over again. You're fucking boring. Get the fuck over yourself. Just let me wash my car in peace. But no, that fucking Rubbermaid brush...It works like a nigger on unemployment. And the little bits of cotton kept falling off like cotton picked by a nigger. I'd like to snap you in half like the horse did to Christopher Reeve's neck. I hate junk mail. I'm sick of the same old shit in magazines month after month. I'm sick of the same shit parading in front of me day after day. Get over it. Get on with your fucking life. C'mon Ben, what the fuck are you doing? I might be at the Waffle House. You might not find me there or elsewhere.
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So is entertainment.
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