Lying in bed for six hours, staring at the ceiling,
occasionally dreaming of a hot guy with limited intelligence and his
unfortunate brother with red, yellow, and green glass teeth who – whether
exercising on the beach, hiking Roaring Brook Road or hanging around the
mansion – will never leave me alone with said hot dumb guy, getting repeatedly
punched in the face and stomach by the largest monkey and why do my sheets
smell like mildew or maybe the monkey farted.
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