again, i'm glad i'm not furry. once, a popsicle barked at me. then again, I was 5 so this may not be true. be glad you don't have my feet. and if you do, give them back please. i'm the spawn of a soup spoon abductor. closer to god than you think. that about sums this up, now all you need are instructions.
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this chair is killing my ass. unintentionally of course, no emergency.
