Mama, may I have Spunky’s old room when she moves out?
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This is about me draining my 401k to buy all of that overly expensive sandwich-making equipment I’ve been ordering and having shipped to me first-class, isn’t it? I have told you time and time again that I do NOT have a problem and that I do NOT need to go and seek professional psychiatric help. Grrrrrrrrrr.
(By the way, those first three credit cards I borrowed from you somehow got maxed out; would you mind loaning me another one, please? Thank you millions. Well, at least thousands.)
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