Man, I hate it when the magic fishmaker forgets how to stop.
Because then the neighbors are all like, “Hey, granny, what’s that smelt?” And then they laugh like they think it’s funny.
What they don’t know, apparently, is that when you hard-freeze one a these sumbitches, you can put an edge on it like a machete.
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This One Time, 45
This one time I decided to take a complete vacation from who I was and, you know, left the house. It wasn’t the first time I had done it. I certainly don’t do it often, because it usually ends miserably. But I work at work, and then I go home and work, and in those […]
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