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I told my mom that I have a: I have a corduroy hemorrhoid.        She said that doesn't make any sense.        What are you confused about?        Corduroy? Hemorrhoid?        You know, just because things rhyme doesn't necessarily mean They Have To Jive. I know. I said I HAVE A CORDUROY HEMORRHOID!        I don't care about your Cor-Dur-Oy                                                 Hem-orr-hoid.        Only that bear called Corduroy could possibly have a                                corduroy                             hemorrhoid.        Anyways, like I just said        they barely even rhyme. So who really cares?   CORDUROY and HEMORRHOID.        Stop with the poetry nonsense. Okay. But seriously, I have a corduroy hemorrhoid.        Who made you like this? corduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrh        You better stop. I'm ignoring you.          Oh, **** You're late to school. I can't go to school because--        You have a corduroy hemorrhoid. Yes, that's right.        Okay. Whatever. That's fine.        How would you even fix a corduroy hemorrhoid? I don't know. I'm the one who is sick.        Oh, true. Yeah, with a corduroy hemorrhoid.        Please. No, I really am sick.        Well there isn't anything to fix! Probably I think I will just need a nap.        God, you always make Tuesday's such crap.
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
Tuesday's Are Crap
I told my mom that I have a: I have a corduroy hemorrhoid.        She said that doesn't make any sense.        What are you confused about?        Corduroy? Hemorrhoid?        You know, just because things rhyme doesn't necessarily mean They Have To Jive. I know. I said I HAVE A CORDUROY HEMORRHOID!        I don't care about your Cor-Dur-Oy                                                 Hem-orr-hoid.        Only that bear called Corduroy could possibly have a                                corduroy                             hemorrhoid.        Anyways, like I just said        they barely even rhyme. So who really cares?   CORDUROY and HEMORRHOID.        Stop with the poetry nonsense. Okay. But seriously, I have a corduroy hemorrhoid.        Who made you like this? corduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrh        You better stop. I'm ignoring you.          Oh, **** You're late to school. I can't go to school because--        You have a corduroy hemorrhoid. Yes, that's right.        Okay. Whatever. That's fine.        How would you even fix a corduroy hemorrhoid? I don't know. I'm the one who is sick.        Oh, true. Yeah, with a corduroy hemorrhoid.        Please. No, I really am sick.        Well there isn't anything to fix! Probably I think I will just need a nap.        God, you always make Tuesday's such crap.
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charmingblather
20/F/Boston
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
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