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I Hate Cooking, and I Hate Onions After I Cut My Finger

Ouch, to cut my finger... Pain and blood spills and does longly stay and linger. To give my sliced appendaged digit a much needed bath... I won't cook for a living, or go to school for typing or even take math. Math and onions i do not like... I'd rather have a tooth pulled or be super glued to a seatless one peddled down hill travelling brakeless bike. I'll only eat onions that are totally cooked... I wont go to a restaurant and look on a menue to oder it from the waitress, it will never be booked.

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