i've got fifteen fucking histology slides to know for this goddamn final on thursday and the only one i know is the fucking pancreas cause there's only two goddamn things to know and they're the easiest to recognize. it's just big pink blobs.
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i say 'fuck' and 'goddamn' [or some variation of the two] a lot.
if you don't like it, you can kiss my external anal sphincter aka my asshole cause your god doesn't fucking exist.
if he does, he needs stop frontin like he's all perfect and shit, cause by the looks of things, he didn't do a good job.
i think the only reason people believe in that shit is because they wanna believe that this isn't all there is to life.
well, guess what.
IT IS!
you're born, you experience this fucked up world as it is, then you die.
and when you die? the first thing you do is shit yourself.
if they can afford it, your family pays a bunch of money to lay your ass in box they're gonna throw dirt on.
if not, they burn your ass up and throw ashes in a river somewhere.

life.
the cliff's notes version.
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i'm sick of people coming at me with he said/she said bullshit and then adding my name into the shit.
i don't know half the people involved so why should i give a fuck?
and why won't those motherfuckers keep my goddamn name out of their mouths?
all i do is go to school and chill at home with my man and throw shoes at our dog.
i do not want to nor do i care to associate with anyone or anything else.
the rest of the world can fuck off right along with their petty, nonsensical bullshit.
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my fucking hand hurts.
i gotta stop hitting people with strong facial bones.
this is the hand i give the bestest blowjobs ever with.
i need to get some insurance on this shit.
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J has hidden my knife from me.
when i find it, i'ma cut his ass.
my pawpaw gave me that knife.
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fuck. i'm outta cloves.
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i'm pissed kaysar's getting voted off bb7.
what is this?
3 times and he's never made the jury?
that's some hurtful shit.
somebody needs to tell will's ugly ass he is not hot.
not even a little.
as a matter of fact, when kaysar leaves, there's no more eye candy in that fucking house.
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there's a motherfucking mosquito in this house.
i hope i don't get that west nile shit.
my immune system can't take another sickness.
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i need to get my birth control script filled.
can't have no babies cause J's an asshole.
bastard.
he's lucky i love him.
his grandma still isn't invited to my wedding though.
cause it's my wedding.
he's just gotta "show up and bring the mustard".
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my flipflops make my feet dirty.
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i'm too stressed. i need to have sex again.

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