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monolith

dude they have this giant blue monolith in their bathroom no i wasn't high, maybe sugar high becca's oma kept offering me cookies like i was a monster that needed sating eventually i was screaming at her: no, oma, i don't want any more damn cookies not the point, dude, the monolith, you shoulda seen this thing i wanted to worship it that's how awesome it was becca said it was modern art or some shit maybe its their god but then why would they put it in their bathroom? i guess if you really love somebody you will let them see you pee, smell your shit thats true love man becca come into the bathroom with me becca baby we're going to church
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Nov 26, 2011
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