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Guaranteed human. DNA test said my sister lied about who she is, but I'm about to find out the truth. I don't think you need to know the truth, you know? Like, we've read enough of these stories to realize the truth hurts and you shouldn't look at it. Red pill, blue pill. I don't want to find out I'm a human batter. I would rather eat the steak. Yeah. Let me eat the steak. What am I really going towards? All right. By hearing that, by seeing the truth. Yes. Now I have to go and fight robots and live in squalor. My sister is the robot overlord. I don't want that. You don't want that. Yeah. Your sister's a robot overlord. We just found out the truth about the sister. Oh, that's true. We're getting red pill blue pill over here. She is the matrix. She is the, she is the matrix. Damn. You know, I would probably, I would probably want to know the truth, but like the steak tastes so good. Would you though? I don't know. Would you want to know the truth? Put your answers. Red pill or blue pill? Put them in the comments below. And on Spotify, because this is where you're probably hearing this. All right. Let's dive in. My older sister, let's call her Rose, and I have had a great relationship since I was a baby. We were raised with an amazing adoptive family and she's always taken care of me. Nice. I grew up in a very warm and loving environment, but from what I was told, I was lucky.

Lucky how?

I was told the story of how me and my sister had two substance addicted, drug addicted,

substance addicted.

Substance addicted.

Dude, the amount of crack that I saw people do this weekend insane.

Off the charts. Off the charts.

Off the charts.

Dude,

I'm trying to get in on that. Shooting up shit everywhere. It's so good. I was like talking to a dude and he's like, uh, like, hey, I can't do an interview about right now. I'm like, I'm like, respect for being honest. Yeah, right. Dude. Plus one for communication.

Yeah, I'm like, damn.

All right.

All right, Alvin.

Let's go.

This name is Alvin.

Alvin's crack. right? Dude. Plus one for communication. Yeah. I'm like, damn. All right.

All right, Alvin.

Let's go.

This name is Alvin. Alvin's crack. It was heroin. Oh. I think it might have been trank actually, which is a mix of horse tranquilizer and heroin. The good stuff. Or it might be a horse tranquilizer and fentanyl. I forget. some kind of opiate with horse strength visor i was told the story of how me and my sister had two

substance addicted parents who never

took care of us. They never bothered feeding us and used to leave us at a junkie friend's house

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