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| AMERICA, land of the free[dom to act affirmatively]. |
mmmm. smells like gluttony & regret.
ahh, the aroma of the day after thanksgiving... commonly known as black friday, less commonly (but more accurately) known as i-don't-know-what-i-hate-more-my-food-baby-or-my-hangover-from-getting-bombed-at-my-family-party.
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| pilgrim women are notoriously prudent, which explains this little guy's pissy face. |
the food baby will pass, but the shame you feel from getting wine tears [similar to beer tears, but more sophisticated & tragic] with your grandfather about how your boyfriend caught you cheating and all your friends took your boyfriend's side and someone wrote an anonymous & nasty blog post about you... that'll take a little longer to subside. please keep in mind that this is all hypothetical. i would never get caught.]
in the wise words of elle woods, WE DID IT!! happy day after thanks[forthefourthhelping]giving. i hope you did your country proud & consumed enough calories to nurse a starving african child back to health.
moody mudra,
in full effect.
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