His away message reads "text if you need me".
No one needs you.
I can open my own jars now, Shawn. But I keep those closed anyway. Unless those jellyfish come back, I'll never need that much urine ever again. At this point, the eighteen tightly sealed mayonnaise jars full of pee pee will only be used for hilarious pranks. See, Shawn? I do have a sense humor. I love jokes. And archery. I have discovered a few loopholes in the Camp Chapa handbook that allows me to play urine-based pranks on the girls I supervise. I hope to erase the deep damage R. Kelly has inflicted on the relationship between young girls and piss. I'm doing it all by myself.
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This is so f-ing good.
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