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Lemme tell ya, I tried it once—sex-dating, not time travel (tho that’d be dope). Set up a profile, somethin bout “lookin for a spark, no flux capacitor needed,” and Great Scott, the replies! One chick sent me a pic—BOOM—straight-up nude, no hello, no nothin. Surprised the hell outta me! Made me laugh tho—people are wild, man. But then there’s the creeps—dudes sendin dick pics like it’s a job interview. Pissed me off—where’s the class? “No one will be left,” like in Melancholia—cuz half these jerks scare everyone off!

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Halfway through, I’m knee-deep in sawdust, and guess what? The neighbor’s dog, a wee terrier, starts yappin’ like it’s auditionin’ for a role in a horror flick. I’m tryin’ to focus, but this little furball’s got a vendetta against my sanity. I’m like, “Shut it, mate!” but it just barks louder.

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