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come on, Sheri, is that all sleep you can muster?

 I just wanna cry, the neck pain, and I can't remember two plates at table, sitting down

to eat together.  got my Scoobies in, just now, having this last beer, low on smokes.

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  1. None of us asked for any of this, Sheri, certainly not you.

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  2. he does it on purpose, to punish you, he's a fucker, he makes food, and then it's for him only. it's because he bought it. you might as well be calling him a roommate.

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  3. when you're done vomiting in the morning, go get stuff to make a casserole. just small bowls all week, huh? yeah.

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