Okay, so I love eating on dishes and not feeling responsible for cleaning them because I'm not at my house, but what am I a baby? Literally figuratively, I try to clean my dish when I remember but sometimes your ignorance is more destructive than we could possibly imagine. And who feels the effects of this tragic lapse of judgement? Everyone. Turkey. The dudes that came and passed in at our pad today and just everyone. The judge. Stilly, Why not just clean your damn dish every time. ESPECIALLY THE FRENCH PRESS!! Dude, can't you taste that?? Uhgyru. It's still a babies world I guess, especially where the weirdos dwell. We're all floating kind of stupidly in our own direction I guess, and who really got to blast the moon? Yeah. I know it's a weird thing. This shit goes by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day.
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