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My favorite jacket, the tan suede coat given to me by fiveseconddelay so I can be his brother, is ruined. All thanks to some fucking crayola marker scribbled onto a table by some dumbass kid.

At least, it seemed well certainly ruined. I took it to the dry cleaners and they reacted like a vet would if I brought in a headless cat and said "now make him better." I said the marker's washable, but they didn't think it mattered. Poop. Hell damn crap.

Damn you, Richards. I liked that coat.