My arms are warm
I no longer need my mind as it has been assimilated by the entity that is Minuteman Press. Each morning I suffer indignation. The stretch limo that greets us requires one to enter the passenger compartment through the rear side door and crawl or walk hunched over to the front of the compartment where they keep the booze. The ice is rarely fresh. - MMPstan
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