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Sometimes the solution to bad speech is running away into the woods, never to be seen again.
Ask not for whom the Viber notification buzzes.
The new big stuck lad puts its junk in the gunk, and the Hipster Grifter is back.
A soft, liquid chortle from the musty cabinet under the break room sink.
For forty days and forty nights
FOMC FOMO, digital assets with tab-like characteristics, and "less" is not "none."
Fake news to the hilt, communism in America, snakes in the grass, the whole nine yards.
The Taylor Lorenz discourse continues until the sun shall be turned to darkness, and the moon to blood.
What normally houses your groin?
What does a frog say
Burying the lede, Dr. Dicke, and a whole bunch of fingers.
