Things i have been thinking about lately. Paul Rudd. Doots. Juxtapose. what do these words have in common? nothing.


One day i hope to have a powerful, commanding mustache...
-Next. Doots. the bane of my existence. that man is the only thing that stands between me, a quiet uninhabited state, and a pair of sweats. if it werent for him i would be living my life happily in the country. This is what i picture him to look like.


I dont want to talk about doots anymore. i dislike him AND his stinky green car.
-The word 'juxtapose'. i have no way to use it. but i love it.
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