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*throws can of Sierra Mist at Snowth* Catch. I shook it for you already. Anyone else want one of my Woodchuck Fall ed. Hard Ciders? Well ya can't. I'm drinking 'em all.
Welcome to this edition of Fear and Self-Loathing, Not Necessarily in Las Vegas. I'm tired...
chorus: Hiiii, tired!
No, you idiots. I mean I'm tired. Tired of this world smushing under its stinky unwashed feet the dreams and desires of we, the creative! Without us, they wouldn't know WHAT to dream! Without us, they wouldn't know there WAS a box, much less how to go outside it! Without us --
Eh. They'd never miss us, and that's the sad truth...
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