Back during a period I call October my dog
Wallace got out and came back with a spent condom and boy if I thought I hated his presents before I was in for a real treat. It was that day when I chased my puppy with a spent fucking condom in his mouth that led me to question my place in this cruel world. As is my common response to a day of pondering I decided to go "time traveling" and draw some shit on some printer paper I stole.
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