I wonder how the pizza place next door feels everytime I stumble in, wearing the same clothes I’ve worn for 3 days, unwashed hair, no makeup, looking dead inside, and ask for a calzone. I bet they’re like “ shit here comes the Calzone Goblin, demanding substance and root beer once more”
Is this Ben Wyatt without a job
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