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  • Prayers of the FSM

    Our pasta, who art in a colander, draining be your noodles. Thy noodle come, Thy sauce be yum, on top some grated Parmesan. Give us this day our garlic bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trample on our lawns. And lead us not into vegetarianism, but deliver us som...
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  • bored

    i have stuff to do but i dont wanna do it, so im bored
  • An Excerpt from a story of mine

    Bonnie woke up to the chime of her phone’s alarm system. Usually at this time her friend Dolores would already be up. Flooding Bonnie’s phone with text messages.   Strange, she wakes up at the crack of dawn.   “Guess she’s sleeping in.” Bonnie said to nobo...
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