after my entire family was tragically killed by venomous hunting snails at the age of 2, i was raised in the wild by lemurs. the missionaries who "rescued" me, taught me the value of self-loathing and the life skill of shame. I'm currently in recovery after a drug fueled obsessive bender wherein i traveled the continent desperately trying to get myself on reality tv. My therapist says i should stop giving my clothes to hobo's and that feeding the rich is an act of misplaced charity but i have to make up for my seal-clubbing hobby somehow right? ...right? RIGHT!?!?!?!!?! ....wait what was the question? ...oh. in that case you take a left at this light and the 7-11 is a few blocks down on the right, have a nice day, you dont happen to need a pair of shoes do you? you look like my size.....

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