By my real sister Peacelovery2k1
Bored to the gills like a fish bloated in a sea of salt and muck as sand and wetness overtake me and I begin to smell. Bored to the point of non-existence only to exist by the sounds of my snores so loud and clear that monks are stirred to speak! That is boredom, brothers and sisters, with a capital "b" and boredom will carry me straight to where I need to be. Oh boredom, sweet sweet boredom you are welcome to me...
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