What do you get when you cross an exhausted, chocolate-deprived, sore, single mother with a fickle jerk off with pothead friends who wants to spend their baby's tax return dollars on his credit card?
Something between a bloodbath Macy's Day parade and an emergency foot-in-ass removal at the shittiest hospital in the South.
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FIND...CHOCOLATE...NOW. Damn, I knew I should've bought you a See's gift certificate instead...
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