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There once was a girl named Cristobal, not to be confused with the glass object that Ursula uses to spy on people. He work in an apple factory that collected Mexicans that would collect apples for them. Her goal in life was to become a prince - but not just any princess. Cristobal wanted to become Prince. Purple rain. Rain down like sperm across a pornstar's voluptuous chest. This was the kind of princess that Cristobal wanted to be.
One morning, Cristobal woke up with a tiger uppercut and landed headfirst on the marble floor. As blood slowly pooled around his dying body, all she could think about was not being able to play Diablo 3.
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Ok so I don't really have much to write about today, so I figured I'd post some pictures up for you guys. I have about 60,000 pictures that I've collected over the past 5 years of browsing the internet. And yes, this is 110% non-sequitur, so just don't.
Okay so basically after I wrote this post, I seriously debated whether or not I should have published it. Based on what you're reading now, you can decipher the result. I had a wtf Monday, give me a break. Vanilla Salt. Definitely a salty one.
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