SO I don't understand you, my landlord and slavemaster who eats my food, takes my cds, will not turn on the heat in the dead of winter, locks the cats up in closets so that they will remain virgins, uses my toothpaste, smokes more pot than you'd find at a week long dead tribute, uses my pots without washing or asking me, and does not apologize for any of it. Rachael, you freak. how in all that's holy did I happen upon you. you neurotic gas bag of asexuality. what demon posessed anyone to allow you oxygen. so I don't really mind that you've evicted me, no. thanks for asking. now stop stepping on the cardboard box. it's mine. bitch.
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