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alright? this boy. this wannabe chef boyardee ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. has caused me more strife than i could ever begin to tell you guys. years have been shaven off of my life and i can feel crow's feet growing in the corner of my eyes, in the corners of my beautiful face.i can.feel the wrinkles growing on my cheeks. and it is awful.I can feel it, and it is awful. this boy hasn't washed his hair since he was 9 years old and i am absolutely positive of it. i have visible proof. and i don't even have to be within 50 feet of the guy to tell you that. it's not green because it's dyed, it's green because mold has taken root in his scalp and it's noxious. i'm gonna have to call the fbi on his ass. he's coming over here, smelling like a bag of mozzarella cheese that has been left out in the scorching arizona desert sun for a week. and i'm surprised his horse hasn't given out