He swore to ignore every odd-ball notion that came awkwardly knocking at his door.
Irregular patterns tap-hapata-ladding like some kind of fiend desperate for human interaction.
"It's just a lump of useless tissue with issues I'll never be able to correct." - That's what the cardiologist thought as he had a heart attack.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC
He swore to ignore every odd-ball notion that came awkwardly knocking at his door.
Irregular patterns tap-hapata-ladding like some kind of fiend desperate for human interaction.
"It's just a lump of useless tissue with issues I'll never be able to correct." - That's what the cardiologist thought as he had a heart attack.
"Who's there?"
"Aieep."
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