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My Room (Extremely chil;dish and disgusting attempt at humor. You have been warened)
I peer around the door. Thank god, the rats are asleep. Now, I just need to get to my bed without waking them. I begin to climb the pile of dirty dishes, unwashed clothes and dead animals. The comforting smell of feet, stale farts and mouldy food drifts up my nose, relaxing me after my exposure to the unbearably tidy and clean parts of the house. A used needle jabs into my foot, making me stifle a shout, as it could start a crap-slide.
When I reach the top I find nourishment in the form of nearly fresh crusts. I'm hungry so I eat them. I then slide downto my bed. The sheets are beginning to go stiff and curl at the edges, so I'll have too change them in a month of two. I scratch my back with my nails (Which I have grown for this very purpose) and go to sleep
Ah the simple joys of being a teenager.
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Three men walk into a bar, one of them is a bit stupid, and the whole scene unfolds with a tedious envitability
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