I want to write an entry detailing my continued perplexity as to whether or not I like McDonalds coffee more, or less, then I like having my nuts in a vice and on fire, and how once every two weeks or so I buy it anyway. Sadly, that sound you hear is a whip cracking behind me as I scream, “ANTON!”, or is that, “I’M WORKING!!!”? Two double digit
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