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#52 ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

#52 ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

Jun 04, 2017
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ARMY SPY JUST TEXTED ME. I REPEAT, ARMY SPY JUST TEXTED ME. WHATTHEFUCKKKKKKKKKK

I suspected my newly broken toe would garner me some sympathy from the dumber sex (as it has in one Lyft Line so far) but I didn’t know it would be this powerful! I’m not responding until tomorrow. Will I even be able to sleep tonight? WTFFFFFF

P.S. I was totally right about …

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