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Here is my face on national stisfaction day.
I may be a little worried.
here is my hand, and some garbage. hands, garbage...satisfaction.
I have feet. Im satisfied with them. Im satisfied with this dirty sweater.
Im stisfied that no one can drive a car down this road for a few days! Go Backhoes!
Im still satisfied with my face at this point.
Yet midly contemplative.
But suddenly I started feeling suspicious. Why do I have such a bad haircut´, I ask myself.
Than my brain fell out the side of my head. That`s it. its over. I finally melted.
But I bounced back with a giant head and gazed deep into the tiny computer screen of destiny....
SATISFACTION!!!
