"It's not ah tumah"
I feel like someone has burrowed my brain whilst I was sleeping and replaced it with a large, slightly used cotton ball. That and it feels like my throat was host to the East Malaysian pygmy-weasel Olympics.
So yeah, no funny words until I find out where my think-meats went and get rid of all these esophagal varmits.
-Z-
So yeah, no funny words until I find out where my think-meats went and get rid of all these esophagal varmits.
-Z-
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