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Chicken bones keep sticking into my back, and I've got yogurt on my knee's.
...cellophane faced fuckwit.
How about I raise that eyebrow more...by shoving a dirty fist down your tranchea.
Oscar the Grouch
He told me to grow up.
Omg are you STUCK in a bin?
It's been 5 days. The yogurt has turned into cheese...and the bones have re-generated and turned into live chickens.
you smell. But at least you've made some serious scientific advances - you've single-handedly solved global starvation. From a bin. You're made! Once you figure out how to get out.
but, let's face facts...I'm going to die here. It was never this morbid of Sesame Street.
you could stay alive down there for ages. You might even begin to enjoy it. Maybe you should have a housewarming; make it feel like a proper home.