I also considered titling this post: “I’m Actually, if you ever want to have the frak kicked out of you by a little bit of chicken, food poisoning is definitely an effective route to take. A week ago this morning I would have rather had my fingers repeatedly slammed in a door than experience that particular night over again. |
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cake and all that sweet stuff >> There is this dreary thick haze hanging over the city lately. It's like fog, but it seems wetter and more lingering. We found ourselves downtown last night, wandering Robson, tripping in and out of all the stores and shoppes, sneaking
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