I cut my finger today.
I would have written about it earlier, but I've been unconscious 'til now.
That's not true.
My own blood does make me nauseous, though.
Sort of like flasks of rum.
The Paparazzi got away with regicide, but if I punched one of my classmates in the face, I'd get in trouble.
Sorry, that's all I've got.
If you ask me, they deserved to be called The Supremes.
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