If your life was a hard drive youda run outta space long ago with all your twitties and twatties. Youda filled it with those god-awful overrated pix on your Facelessbook. I do not give a crap about what you had for breakfast or what the overexposed photo of the squirrel in the yard looked like before he got run over. I could care less what you read this morning that you feel that you should share with other retards. I do not want to be your Friend. Get a real life! Find someone else who finds your boring snaps and dribblicious diatribe witty. And, go get me some Gas-X.
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