sometimes you have to sit still, even if it’s just in your mother’s garage. sometimes you take selfies in the juggalo basement. sometimes you have to go to the dentist and take a bunch of selfies with your birthday buddy. sometimes there’s a white rabbit under the car. sometimes your brother has a cheese on his head.
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