My Eagles were all set to win.
I was chopping salad, baking lasagna, talkin' shyt, and watching the game.
Then my Eagles went ahead AND MOTHER fukkING LOST THE GAME.
Man...
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fukk that meal. I aint even hungry no mo'.
Who makes lunches for the work week on Sunday night, anyway?
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Screw YOU guys.
I'm goin' home. ( ._.)