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He's a tool I'm fucking tellin' ya.
A day in the life of CDD:
Wake up at 1 pm.
Play X-Box while Mommy cooks Pop Tarts.
Eat Pop Tarts.
Play X-Box some more.
Log onto GFY.
Open mouth.
Insert foot.
Cry.
Ask Mom when dinner will be done.
Play X-Box.
Sniff Mom's panties.
Eat dinner.
Play X-Box.
Fall asleep cradling game controller.
Repeat.
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