Desolate and full of yearning,
Dying from anticipation,
Choking from intoxication.
Say that five times fast. Rhythmically. It's the coolest thing ever.
Oh, and one more thing:
I.HATE.LARGE.GROUPS.OF.CHILDREN.
Adios, sayonara, and until next time, I'll be ready U.S. News, getting in touch with my pirate side, and fooling around with eye makeup.
Cheerio (s are good).
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