I woke up on Sunday and decided to go back to being a vegetarian. I've been nauseated by chicken for a while now. However, my willpower is weak and by Sunday night I was cooking a ham.
This was it: the moment when it became permissable to love Speed Regime again. They'd been undefeated all the way through the season, only to have the championship yanked from them at the last moment. Did they go home and mope? No. Did they bitch at the Night Terrors? No. Instead, they got up and sang "Livin' on a Prayer" at the top of their lungs
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