On November 22nd I woke up in the worst mood ever. I know a lot of it had to do with the fact that I drank a six-pack of Rolling Rock just prior to falling asleep, so I woke up feeling like my skull and brain had been beaten by a group of hardcore neo-conservative truckers from the deep, deep south. It took every single ounce of will power I could
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