I use pixie dust and magic

I once forgot my PIN code when I went to get some cash out of a machine. It was the silliest thing; I never think about my PIN number when I use my card, I unconsciously enter it. Once I consciously thought about my PIN number right before I went to press the keys on the cash machine and my mind went blank. So if anyone ever steals my credit card, the PIN number is 1234. Don't bother though because here is nothing but debt on the fucking thing.




It does baffle me why these weirdos message me on Facebook just to ask if I chat on Whatsapp. No, I chat on Facebook. That's why I'm on Facebook.





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