I'm here. What do you want from me. Child support, taxes, office-pool money, Sports Illustrated renewals - you all just up in my grill wanting something all the time. When do I get to annoy?
Today.
It is the season for my angst to bloom.
It'll get funnier - I promise.
Today.
It is the season for my angst to bloom.
It'll get funnier - I promise.
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