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I suddenly want some orange juice.

Have you seriously never been to one of those confectionery funeral boy auction operations?

I'm so flustered.

It's about how goddamn confusing everything gets when you involve the internet. And how everyone's heads will explode into a questionable looking cream if hit with a blunt object. It's obviously very tasty, and compels elderly people to make suggestive faces at you. (as if they didn't already)

Also, make sure you never get a fat, slightly trashy looking surgeon. Unless you're into dramatically bleeding and breaking out into song at random intervals from whatever fucked up drugs he gave you.