I am an evil giraffe. Who no longer blogs about politics.
One Thing, Finger Eleven
I dunno. Maybe because it’s cold outside, all of a sudden.
“Sir! They’ve found the Baron! He’s ALIVE!”
It did turn just insanely gold on Friday, didn’t it?
It was so nuts I just stopped going out except to the McDonald’s across the street from the Marriott.
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