Knitter of All
This is brit, btw.
Yeah, my mother told me what those were called. I used to have a brown cordoroy[sic] one. It was by far the most uncomfortable thing I've ever tried to sleep on. Fuck those things. No, seriously. I can't stand those shits.
*Edit: Yeah, I didn't log out because I'm fucking lazy.
I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
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