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I'm dirty. I'm mean. I'm mighty unclean. I'm a wanted man. Hi, my name's Kiel, and just so you know: I gig so hard I make my pants fall down. I'm sicker than SARS, I'm higher than Mars. So I know that if you're reading this, you're either hella bored, or you actually have some sort of weird creepy obsession with me. Of course, I doubt that anybody would even read this out of boredom. Anyways, a little bit about me: I listen to all sorts of music. Everything from Bright Eyes and The Postal Service to Job For a Cowboy and Leftover Crack. I wash dishes at Olive Garden for a living. I've been there for a year now and I can almost comfortably say that I actually do like my job. Don't hate, or judge me because I wash dishes. Chances are I make more money than you do. I don't have a car, or a girlfriend, or even a fuckbuddy. Hell, I don't even have a bedroom. I share an efficiency apartment with my best friend Big Tim. But you know what? I don't give a fuck. I might not have the best things, but I'm a decent hard working guy, so cut me some slack, alright America?
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