Can it really be November 19? I feel like I’m on a lard-greased chute to the Thanksgiving Gravy Whirlpool, which will suck me into the Vomit Vortex that leads to the Candy Cane Cave of Christmas Calamities, followed by the New Year’s Rotgut Roller Coaster, to be puked out into 2014. Fuck. I’m not ready.
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