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"O, to be a whirling dervish," I think to myself as I drunkenly stumble to the bedroom and collapse, naked, slurring bleary hate speech to a god I don't believe in.
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Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 5:58 PM UTC
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"O, to be a whirling dervish," I think to myself as I drunkenly stumble to the bedroom and collapse, naked, slurring bleary hate speech to a god I don't believe in.
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Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 5:58 PM UTC
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