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oh and once when i was 4 i



oh and once when i was 4 i stapled my finger. instead of checking to see what i was crying about, my mom, god bless her, smacked me over the head with a wooden spoon because she was on the phone and couldn’t hear the conversation.

my mom’s entire side of the family does this, the sky could be raining down goat semen and whatever is on the other end of that phone line would be more important