This morning,
My dad was looking for a plastic bag. And what for, you may ask? To pick up a dead mouse and place it in our backyard (or compost?). Yes, a dead mouse. I have no clue how the heck it got on our lawn, but apparently, there's more than just that one. I hope to never see one roaming around my house. Otherwise, I might squish it... on purpose.
I went to Canadian Tire with my dad. We were looking to buy the chainsaw, but they were out of stock. We asked an employee which store has one in stock, but... it didn't sound as though she wanted to help us. Then, when another employee went up to her, she began to talk with more interest. I would've liked to say to her "Thank you for the kind customer service," but then I might also want to punch her in the gut. So, forget it.
When I use a font on messenger for too long, I get a little... bored of it. So, I change it every other month or so. Just a few minutes ago, I chose quite a small font. I hope others can read it. with ease.
_ latsyrk
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