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My feet are dry. Belkin54g is not connecting. My armpits are itching. Uncle Tom’s cabin is sitting at my dry feet needing to be read, but I don’t want to read it. I need to brush my teeth; but I’m comfortable sitting on the futon in the living room which is my bed. It also keeps the muscles of my upper back tight for the rest of the day – like they are now. I feel heartburn coming on because I ate too much chicken alfredo. The train won’t shut up. Belkin54g is still not connecting. I also wouldn’t mind a joint of some purple urkel. But that’s not a complaint, it’s more of a request.
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Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 8:10 PM UTC
Complaints of the Now
My feet are dry. Belkin54g is not connecting. My armpits are itching. Uncle Tom’s cabin is sitting at my dry feet needing to be read, but I don’t want to read it. I need to brush my teeth; but I’m comfortable sitting on the futon in the living room which is my bed. It also keeps the muscles of my upper back tight for the rest of the day – like they are now. I feel heartburn coming on because I ate too much chicken alfredo. The train won’t shut up. Belkin54g is still not connecting. I also wouldn’t mind a joint of some purple urkel. But that’s not a complaint, it’s more of a request.
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Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 8:10 PM UTC
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