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I made a grocery store run for smartfood, gingerale, a four pack of frapuccinos (yes, it's spelled wrong, but it's a word Starbucks made up, and I just paid them for it, so they can suck eggs.) and a mess of cookies.
Noshito ergo cognito. I nosh, therefore I think. Or something. I haven't been up this late in ages. |
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