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[eitheror]

They have called this day the eleventh of March. And whomsoever of you gets through this day, unless you are shot in the head or somehow slain, you will stand at tiptoe when e'er you hear the name again; and you will get excited at the name March the eleventh. We happy few, we few, we band of brothers. Our names will be as like household names.

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[firstashore]

Shakespeare is rolling over in his grave. In, like, humongous pain.

[eitheror]

Blame Leslie Nielsen

It's a thing.

The Ides!

[mysweetbrick]

I had forgot. I didn't get stabbed, so I'm taking it as a win. That said, I do need to make dinner. So I still have the possibility of being stabbed.