Karma is a funny thing you see. It’s kind of like when you were a kid and you intended to launch a spitball at your buddy…. but wind shears from the window air conditioner, your aim is misguided because the new girl bent down to pick up her pencil… all of the things that could redirect this fate-born projectile do and….you know the rest. This is life. Throws spit soaked crap at you whenever it feels like it. Sleep and friendship are the only shields that anyone can count on. And when those don’t work like they should there are sleeping pills, chocolate and masturbation.
There… enough on that.
Sean Replies: “Well, at least we know she Masturbates…”
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