This is what happens when an angry young man is left to his own devices for far too long. Take a dab of uncertainty, a couple of drops of frustration, fold in some fury and finally add a nip of scarcasm and this is what you get. It still it winds up being nothing more than just grist for the mill, and for that all I can say is "You're welcome..."
i'm having the most insane craving for a popsicle. I'm not sure why, especially given that it's minus 8 right now. Perverse yes... but what are ya gonna do?
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