Brings back repressed emotions. Kelley Reese smashed my cars and cut my track in half in 6th grade. Naturally that desecration couldn't be tolerated so I resolved to cut the head off of her barbie. A frantic scuffle culminating in a foot chase ensued, during which I broke my foot. She and all the girls laughed at my dilemma. I now have a complex.
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The last time I kept an open mind,
my brain fell out and the dog grabbed it.
Now it's full of dirt, toothmarks, and dog slobber.
No more open minds or dogs for me.