I can’t stop playing with this… God Bless Big Lebowski. In the meantime, this has also been handed off to me, and it’s almost like someone took me and put me in flash format. Creepy yet oh-so-satisfying.

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To the lady at Wal-Mart with the bad mid-80’s haircut and the half-dozen filthy little yardapes that insisted on running in front of my cart every time I tried to move down the cleaning supplies aisle this morning: Leave your inbred uterine dumplings at home next time, you mindless twat. Wal-Mart is not your savior, […]

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