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Holy fudging cow poop, what the H E double hockey stick, this frazzlin' killed me. You have no idea the kind of will power it is taking me not to matamorphasize into a sailor and use every word my mother would've beat my buttocks raw if she heard when I was little.
This sounds like the fanfiction 13-year-old me read when she was a horny teenager for the very first time. But seriously, I know this is really messed up, but... am I the only one who wants to know how this ended? No? Okay, I'm trash, I get it.
I’ll never not be amused by the fact that I can drop the words “crucifix nail nipples” into a conversation and some of you who have been with me since the livejournal days will join me in the flashbacks, screaming and crying all the way.