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Tell me exactly how i spent the entire day at cape may and i'm still the whitest motherfucker on the east coast. Absurd! Seriously, i'm so sick of all my scars standing out like neon signs of clumsiness! But still it was a glorious day, i'm fucking exhausted. Even got to stop at stockton and see the rest of the crew for a little bit.

Too tired to recap it all now, but i know there was a lighthouse involved in there somewhere, and something about my loud mouth matching my loud hair. What do brits know about humor anyway?

Something something, david copperfield. Good night.