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Or I could honestly feel like it's bullshit. My wife was a fucking slob and didn't work for the entire duration of our marriage, so unless I found the willpower to pick up the mess she made sitting on the couch and playing video games all day when I got home from work, it didn't get done.
Like that one time that I was at work for a year and I came home to an episode of hoarders.
So please, don't marginalize me by even joking that I'm saying that for a piece of ass.
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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