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Yo. What up, people I might not despise?
I have seen the future and it is not now.
Anyway, I am going to my company's annual party this weekend. It's at the Boardwalk (within easy walking distance of Punch-a-Bear Manor) and there's free booze. I am going to shoot wild animals and get fucked up on red wine. I may give bad advice to my coworkers' children. If things go really well, I'll get to the buffet or taco bar or whatever ten minutes before they tear it down. It's going to be great. GREAT.
And then I can go home and watch The Holy Mountain with my 3D glasses on. And eat pickles.
I don't know why pickles, but definitely pickles.
Probably not pickles:
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