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I hate getting irratated by simple inanement objects that don't do their job. Staplers that wont work, traffic lights that wont turn green, door locks that wont turn. Shit like that boils my blood.
I love taking the long way home so i can belt out a few songs in my car.
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What's easier to believe: that a guy was born without sex in the manner of several Greek demigods and grew up to be able to transmute liquids and alter his body density yet couldn't escape government execution, or that three freemasons in a vehicle made with aluminum foil in an era before digital technology escaped our atmosphere, landing on the moon, broadcasted from there, and then flew back without burning up?
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