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I can just tell, given the state of my hangover, that the bus to work is going to be packed with screaming fucking children.
And when I get to work, everywhere will have sold out of Irn Bru.
And then cigarette smoke will dissolve my eyeballs.
And when I get to work, everywhere will have sold out of Irn Bru.
And then cigarette smoke will dissolve my eyeballs.
