I had a friend in high school that wore her "fuck you" t-shirt every Friday. The shirt was plastered in "fuck you" messages in cursive, gothic, reverse print, and black letter fonts. In four years, the nuns never noticed once.
One time I had other people's dogs waiting patiently for me to dirty the cast iron they had licked clean. They were so happy "Got anymore of that stuff? You cookin eggs soon, what are we doin here?"
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