thot in In which our ignoble friend
- Feb. 7, 2014, 2:07 a.m.
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Fuck this captain of my soul noise. I woke up crazy glued to the mast, freezing and confused. This is some next level piratico-nautical Saw franchise derivative bullshit. I'm defending my eyeballs from the wildlife with comically drastic brow wiggles and no one is laughing. Nary a smirk, save my contorted own.
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