Here is the Smoky Tiger leaping through the Toronto sky amidst fireworks and 2-dimensional women from the TV selling me perfume because I reek of 7 percent beer, smoke, and overcooked-mojo.
How is it that Im still alive and kicking? Holy krikey it seems as if there may be a plan in all this chaos. But Ive accepted the fact now that it's not me who's laying it out.
MERRY CHRISTMAS! BLING BLAM!! BLOOM!
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Spock is ready for the heavenly jelly, and so are you.
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