Tag Archives: Jean Weir

My Declaration of Independence from the Word “Your”

I might just want a goddamned V-8 instead of the same fucking orange juice you place in front of my cakehole every morning like I’m some kind of eating, pissing, and shitting robot. Continue reading

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