I woke up today to one of the following three things: a) no less than five men attacking a plywood board with ball-peen hammers, b) an army shooting Civil War muskets off in the distance, or c) a ridiculously large pan of poporn being popped very loudly. Needless to say I am decidedly nonplussed at this particuar juncture, although I'm hungry and
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