Remember me, assholes? What do you mean, no? Geez, you rip off some Balenciaga and McQueen looks -- by the way, you can't prove that Gunn and you just wait til I see you on the fucking streets, you effete son of a bitch-- anyway. The past is passed and I just want you to ALL to know that I'm doing fine now...so there. Sure, I might have some issues when it comes to hurling furry, four-legged felines, but you weren't there, okay? That pussy was asking for it.
Don't you dare judge me.
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