Greetings fellow butt-drinkers. I am moving at the end of this month. The room that I am moving into is slightly larger than my current room, but does not have a closet. I have a lot of things in my closet. Like latent homosexuality. Not really, it's more of an admiration for respectable men. I could use a hug. Anyways, I have a lot of things like stacks of Field and Stream, and I was wondering how you cope with possession depression. I look at all my possessions and I just cry. Because little boys like Michael Jordon fondled died for them. For the oil that went into the detergent that washes my soiled underwear.
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