I Fon’t Ducking Know.

Hilarious. Anyway. I feel like saying fuck everything. I feel really worn out and at the end of my rope. I’ve reached the end of my tether. I have used up all my raccoons. I have opened my last packet of biscuits. I have torn all my corn and feel forlorn. I’m just making up phrases now.

Let’s listen to Soulwax.

And, yes, I’ve started a sentence with “And”. IS THAT ALRIGHT MRS WALLING?! Mrs Walling was my English teacher. And, she doubled up as a cunt. And, since I mentioned my torn, forlorn corn, I also want to listen to Sunna.

That’s all. Unless…

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