If I got rid of everything that didn't "spark joy"...I'd be on the side of the road with the cat and my coffee maker.
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ELVIS eats cock. Elvis eats cock.
it's just one pants things after another, ain't it?
but how do you know they're making you weird? is it a quantitative or a qualitative thing? i mean, you're fucking weird anyway.