4. Weinend über verschüttete Milch. So now you’re covered in milk, lying on your dirty milk soaked floor, still with two left feet. You stare up at the ceiling for a while… ooh actually you might be dead. Hello? Oh, okay. Still alive. That grumble didn’t sound like it would come from a cadaver. Hey pal! At least you never got a regretful tattoo… Oh. Well, look on the bright side, at least no one will ever see it there! Oops wait, forget I said that.
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