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| Ever since I turned 18, I've been having an identity crisis. I'm no longer a boy genius. | |
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| Now i'm just a genius. and that's not nearly as exciting. | |
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| I mean, I used to be known for being Tristan, the Boy Genius. It was cool. | |
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| And then there's this whole British thing. Prime Minister, leg humping, bad teeth... | |
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| And now i'm hooked on ritalin and have a guy who jerks off to horse porn living in my room. | |
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| I think my inner child is a sadistic bastard. | |
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