Monday, Feb 06th
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You and your loudmouth, rotund, yellow cousin - you know, the one who randomly decides to scream “Oh my god! No waaaay” are slowly driving me to drink and possibly also insane. Imagine: TCM, an alcoholic madman, bouncing off the walls, locked up in some institution, somewhere. I hope you’re proud of yourselves. More importantly, I hope the walls are padded and the food is good.
