Well… I do… sometimes… but, ya know, only on alternate days ending in y and in minutes with 61 seconds. Even then, it’s a cause for celebration and sorrow, a time of laughter and tears, total world domination and yellow brick roads all the way, with the occasional mutilated corpse along the path with a half-eaten filet minon still hot to the touch, sitting on a silver platter. Does one eat it? Oh no – wait — you were talking about that other thing. Eww, nevermind then. “
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