The Realtor slipped me a mickey
The last thing I saw before I passed out was the fridge, taunting me like a cruel ice goddess. "Who's in control of the keyboard now, wisenheimer?" I thought I heard it say as I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep...
The last thing I saw before I passed out was the fridge, taunting me like a cruel ice goddess. "Who's in control of the keyboard now, wisenheimer?" I thought I heard it say as I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep...
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