My nose is growing a pimple. And it hurts.
I will accept gifts as a token for your sympathy. Preferably money. Dollars. Pounds. Euros. Kroner. Or a check. Yeah. *awkward* Bye then. I’ve gotta go spend some time with my new best buddy, Mr. P. Imple. He is blocking my eyesight and now he is going to DIE.
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