Now I’m Freaking Out

I just woke up. It’s quite late. No one’s home. At first thought everything was a dream, but…Oh, My God. I just realised, I’m fucked! Holy shit. I’m fucked. Even thought there is no way they’ll bust me for this, the word will get out that I’m a thief, and there’s no way that agent will hire me. In fact, I bet she cancels the interview. Shit. Where the fuck is HarryPotter? I’m calling Goatee. I’ve got to do something about this. Fuckity fuck fuck!


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