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Dorothy Parker said 'this wasn't just plain terrible, this was terrible with raisins in' and never have I concurred with something so strongly. Although I guess admitting that while seeking a sadist is kind of like falling into the bear cage complaining about how sticky and sweet all this honey I'm wearing is.
I talk way too much, give great high fives (the trick is looking at their elbow) and if you squint hard enough parts of my chest are actually visible behind the hair.
PS. I'm kind of conflicted about the success of the Leafs this year, who will the masochist in me cheer for now?
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