Once upon a time I was a frustrated gothic punk living in England.  Frustrated because I wanted to dye my hair black and my parents wouldn’t let me. Anyway, When I was 15 I had a friend whose mother joined the church and my friend and I were totally weirded out by this. Then a year later my friend joined herself and I was all, “WOAH! See ya!” and hung around with dudes dressed all in black and dudes dressed as ladies and I wen...
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