I want candy. Right now.
My butt is huge. I mean, it’s the size of a bus.
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My hair is a fuzzy mess. I can’t do anything with it!
What the hell is this? Necco wafers? YUCK! I said I wanted candy, not tiddlywinks. Give me chocolate. NOW.
:::snarflechewchewswallow:::
More.
:::sobsnif:::
Oh man, poor Tommy. Why does Angelica have to pick on him like that?
Where’s my car keys? I’m going shopping. It doesn’t matter for what. I’m just going shopping, dammit!
:::sigh:::
Okay, where’s my car?
What’s that smell? What is that smell??? Jeez, that smells like…it’s the rings of Saturn. Yeah. That’s it.
Where’s the vacuum? This floor is a mess. Oh, be quiet. I did not vacuum the floor fifteen minutes ago.
Oh no. Oh freaking no. Not another zit. I can’t take this. How am I supposed to gout out in public with this pizza face? They’ll throw me right in to a sideshow, they will.
AAAGH! Cramps! AAAAAGH!
Have you found the car yet? Oh, it’s in the driveway, right where I left it, you say? Well, that makes my shopping trip a little easier. What do you mean, you “think maybe I need a nap”? You don’t think I’m capable of operating a motor vehicle? You think I’m an idiot or something? Well, let me tell you something…oh dammit, what the hell is your name again? Oh yeah. Well, Mr. %%&##!!!, you think you’re so sympathetic and stuff, you have no freaking IDEA what it’s like! NONE!
Well, crap. Now I’m tired. Maybe I will take a na…
:::thump:::
…zzzzzz…
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