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CW: mental health, death, insensitive fucking people, Christmas music
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talk about poor fucking taste
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so I took Jess to work and as I was getting home the afternoon radio hosts were joking around about summer being over and Robbie's like "this is how I deal" and starts playing fucking christmas music
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okay fine lolol "From summer straight into christmas!"
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you're an idiot bro but fine
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and then Rochelle mentions the calender says we have a few days still and Robbie comes back with Santa delivering presents in September. The day after summer ends
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okay whatever y'all are dumb
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"Looks like Santa's got Dementia, this year. Uuuuuh excuse me? Mrs. Claus! Can we talk abou-" this is the point where I threw the door open to kill the radio before I punched something
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excuse the fuck out of you
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they're both cracking up like it's the funniest thing in the world
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FUCK OFF
✶ 絶対嘘じゃない、愛してる
✶ 絶対嘘じゃない、愛してる
what!!! the fuck!!!!!
DʀᴀɢɴHᴏᴍᴇᴏᴘᴀᴛʜʏ
Fuck that
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Dementia is not fucking funny
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I have had to watch 3 family members slowly wither away from this fucking disease there's not a single thing about it that's funny
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I am so mad
𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗
the fuck
ʟɨօռ ɦɛǟʀƭɛɖ
like I am tempted to write the station
𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗
that is the level of insensitive that would have me writing the station tbh
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like what the fuck is wrong with people?!
DʀᴀɢɴHᴏᴍᴇᴏᴘᴀᴛʜʏ
Do it
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I cannot find any way to contact them that isn't like twitter or some shit
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UGH okay there
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message sent
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fuck
𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗
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ugh
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right now that that is done I'm going to go back to tags
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/huff