Journal of LocalYokel (85558)
The Backstreet Boys Must Die
This morning, I was using a magneto-retentive/repulsion based transport apparatus to move big heavy rocks by pulling them with a chain, when the alarm clock buzzer stirred me from my dream. It was then that I knew that The Backstreet Boys Must Die. Then, I wished I had some Sugar Babies, so I had a bagel. If I meant to go camping this weekend, I sure as hell didn't make a decent effort to get myself ready for it, but if I got a damn compass, how am I supposed to use it?
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