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Originally Posted by The Batlord
When I was a whippersnapper we had to walk ten miles through the snow for a recording contract.
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Walk? WALK?? Luxury! Every morning our father would take his chainsaw and cut us off at the knees, and we would have to crawl, over three miles of broken glass, dragging our shattered bodies along the ground while he kicked and beat us to make us go faster, then in the evening he'd stitch us back together and the next morning we'd go at it again.
You kids! Don't know ye're born!
