After work, I go home, consume flavorless sustenance, and then stare at the wall until sleeping time. This is normal.
Murder is cool, but FAKE MURDER? NAY, SIR! I AM SO ANGRY I CAN BARELY PUNCTUATE.
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This is ours, our Jerusalem, our chariot of fire, our maypole around which the people of this funny little rock in the North Atlantic can gather to remind ourselves that once upon a time we really were as great as we think we are now.