I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can't be right. I need a change, or something.
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I mean, to quote the great academic paper of our time: Planes, Trains, and Plantains, the story of Oedipus, 'None of this makes much sense. Again, don't worry about it. This is a folk tale, not a God Damned Oxy-Clean commercial.'