Namely, my left thumbnail.
It's coke-worthy, and I've never even done coke, but addicts of yore are scoping it out and licking their cracked lips feverishly in hope that hey might get to scoop some magic powder of this Snoop Dogg Carrie Fisher nails that's working here. It's just that good.
I am not a long nail girl, but everyone in a while I'll let one go and forget to gnaw it down to seemly proportion, and then wind up with a blade big enough to move WIND with, and that's not good.
And so it must go. MY BIG NAIL.
Sleep well.
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Also, would anyone understand and condone the Armor Hot Dog theme song anymore?
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