Some neurotoxin make me wash my car
I think there's nothing so senseless, as me washing my car. As I said, 'Man. Im tired of washing', with some joy of getting done that heroic quest, God sent me a wonderful gift, rain.
Is my nature to hate the undoneable, no. It's just that the undoneable is cheaper.
Fetch me some marineras.
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