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Hello, people. Happy Sunday. If you expelled a being from your vagina and it’s your thing, then happy Mother’s Day. The clouds and rain that contributed to me behaving like a completely cunty bitch over the last few days have finally blown out of the area. This morning is hella sunny. Chaucer has been enjoying…

We don’t talk about the obsession with the homeless genieclown pants.

If only I could grant wishes.