The Evil Monkey and His Fucking Wrench

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I'm so fucking sick of the God Damn monkey throwing his wrench into my mechanics. Tomorrow I'm going to crack his scull wide open with a hammer. Then I'm going to skin him and chop him into nice chunks. Anyone want to come over for some monkey stew?
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So, in other news, I just signed the last of my papers for my divorce today. It will be another month or so before it is finalized in the courts, but that's all formality in my mind. Well actually I was never really married in my mind. The darn wench changed the vows last second and lied to me through out our "relationship". Well, C U next Tuesday!
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Yeah, there is a part of me that is sad and depressed about this whole thing, but the other part recognizes that the moment I met her was just the beginning of my decline and now I'm just past the bottom of the hill on my way back up, but man is this hill fucking huge!
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I feel like a leper picking up the pieces and trying to glue them back on. I'm a fucking mess.