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| I wrote this letter the night before I drove back to school. I think that getting my car egged was a great way to finish up my christmas break. I dont really want to write anymore. Im kinda pissed off right now because I'm not at school with a few friends I haven't seen in about a year and a half because I HAD to come back to el dorado because there was something I just HAD to take care of. What was it, you may ask? IT DOESNT MATTER BECAUSE THE GUY THAT I HAD TO MEET WITH ISNT EVEN HERE!! So I guess ill just go along with being tricked into spending a long weekend (never mind the fact that its the FIRST weekend of the semester) here in EL DORADO. Just read the fucking letter and fuck off if you've ever thrown or thought of throwing anything other than your overflowing wallets or your first-born children as sacrifices towards the righteous manifestation of everything that is perfect and beautiful that is my AURORA. | ||||||||||||
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| Now, having said that, I think we have all come to understand that the person who egged my car should have their picture and life story transposed with the dictionary entry for the word DIPSHIT for they truly are the only way to describe the word as of now. | ||||||||||||
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| Intimidated? ...You should be. You dont want any of this. |
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