Man, how am I supposed to know whats going on in the mind of a six year old girl, its hard, trying to be patient, trying to figure out whats wrong, using some kind of twisted double reverse psychology and fantasizing about ramming a fork in your own eye, all at the same time. Who gave me the credentials to even be a parent. Look at me, for God's sake. Oh, the Frankenstein cookies are done, see ya later.
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Herman Muster is a God
Munster,not Muster
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