If you are like me, which for your sake I hope you're not, you have a nice amount of student loans haunting you, each and every day, "I'm still here. I'm still here. I'm still here. I'm still here." AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHG.

I drop to the ground with fists of the devil's hellish fury. I land blow after blow upon the head of my loans. After six minutes of this horrid, most frightening bout, I stop. I presume the loans are murdered. I presume the loans are deathing in anguish. I presume the loans are finally gone, leaving me to a life of peace and tranquility. I look down to view my massacre, and to my horror - my loans sit in a rocking chair laughing the laugh of a madman. I feel my gag-reflex in the back of my throat, I cannot do anything but vomit - all over myself, and the loans. But this putrid bile flowing from my cake-hole has no affect on my nemesis. It only makes me, in it's eyes, seem weaker...

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