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Holy shit-eating bat-raping mother fucking monkey from hell!

And I mean that one, kids.

I just found out that I have to have 95 pages of a drunk British poet at his most verbose memorized by next Thursday. Under Milk Wood has to be off book by Thursday! This is definitely not going to be a pleasant eight days, I know that.

Especially since Heather's surgery is in eight days too.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to be quite stressed by this time next week.

Slainte!

John-Boy