1) I remember standing on the stairs somewhere in a park and telling someone my age when I was 8 years old. There might've been a balloon invovled, I don't know.
2) I hate nondairy creamer. When I put too much in, it doesn't merge the coffee. The coffee denies my transplant of yummyness. And this makes me sad.
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Wow, they're insane! I-It wasn't me... I-I wasn't bored. No sir. Ho ho. But in all seriousness, your rants are rather entertaining. There are actual facts behind the more complex ones, as well. Most ranters just... rant. But you, sir, are a plethora of random information appertaining to no specific subject beyond misanthropy. Woot, woot, and so forth. Keep me entertained when my family is insane'd~...
Please don't hit me. (/ \)
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Dude...I love you. I'll bear your children. /stare.
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