Netmoirs of A Solemn Rover

So does this text below familiar? (Please be warned that this entry contains vulgarity that might offend some & inappropriate for minors)
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Subject: My birthday
Any cake?: Nope
Any party?: Not yet
Any wishes: Yes
Any card: Yes
Any pressie: Yes
Any calls?: Yes
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Sonny got his new car in Newton Abbot. So he wanted me to accompany him. So off we go to Newton Abbot, a small town just off A38 motorway between Plymouth & Exeter. This town was famous with it’s Trago Mill, a giant convenience store/hypermart whatever you call it.
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End of the misery after a long fracas, friction, confrontation, war, bladee blah..
Sonny couldn’t take it anymore, so am I. We decided to leave it back to Missus-So-Damn-Smart. No point helping people like her. Is just not worth it. She doesn’t appreciate people’s effort at all. Every approaches that we take was monitored with prejudice. [...]

Kelvin get into a fracas with Jenny in the tea room which was cool. Always wanted someone to lambast Jenny in her fucking face that wicked witch. The fracas escalated till kelvin smashed some utensil (go figure) & soon Mo & Xin got involved as well (go figure).
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