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So I was thinking that lately, things have been shit.
Or should I say shitier. It's always shit down here.
My daughter died (yayyy).
Then she was brought back to life (booo).
My son also grew a pair of balls and refused to let me kill literal Satan’s spawn. Why? I dunno, maybe he thought she was hot or something. I'm not a psychic.
Made me wonder if I was acting like Viper.
For a split second.
But that's bullshit, because Viper is a fucking whore (or should I say was) and literally can bite me.
I also have to go see that unmentionable Satan soon.
Not actually Satan, though. Satan's in the Wrath ring. I have to see that fucking lobster bitch. The aforementioned spawn wasn't all bad before I don't think, but she is now. I don't know what my son's obsession with her is. She's flat.
Oh, and Dan Phantom got out. He was really bad in bed. Can't go on to emphasize how much I regret doing that with him.
So, yeah. It's been shit.
Well if it's soooo shitty then why did I say yes, you ask.
Well, it's because I was afraid.
There, I said it.
I've never been afraid before. Two times in my entire life I've been afraid. The second time was when he asked the question and told me he was going to kill me if I said no.e
The first time was when I was twelve or maybe thirteen.
I was in middle school in…1979? ‘78? Don't know, don't care. It is not that important to me
Anyways.
Guess I better start.