Food
As I am typing, I am powering down a bag of four cheese doritos, you know the ones that taste like feet. Last night I powered down a chicken finger sub, hot, oil mayo, no onion, from sebastianos. Last night I went to my uncles house to install a new hard drive. It worked. But I forgot to bring the product key with me to install win 98. Now about that sub, my dad was ready to get me just a half sub. What the fuck! I don't eat that! I only eat whole subs. Give me a whole sub... Or give me death! I showed my dad. He quickly got me a whole sub. That is more like it, bitch! I made my dad my bitch!
I also stole a couple klondike bars from the freezer. I hid the evidence. Right now my parents are the 'sino, but no schdootch to get a subaroni. My mom took her purse so there is no stealing from that. She also took her SUV so I can't steal out of that. The safe key is missing, I think they hid it in the safe. I am screwed. No money, No sub. Before you say anything, I am not a thief. I am a treasure hunter. It isn't like I steal for drugs. I steal to get something to eat, because I am starving. I am malnourished. I steal to sustain life. Thanks in advance for reading this.
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