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The flights, the crashes, the horror.

Still slurpin'!

Empty your uterus and move on with your life; checking out the clot situation; hardcore into menstrual cup culture; a 5-star period solution.

Water diarrhea + existential dread.

Wall-to-wall mistakes; I just want a Matt Haney; olden-times stupid guy; so many ferns; we're keeping Pennie afloat, y'all; men and their feelings, men and their dicks.

So much marble, so much wrought iron; the universe was sending out real bad vibes; we're f****d up, you guys.

GarageBand is a mystery; a troubling amount of research; misunderstood warrior poets; I can remember rolling my eyes a lot afterwards; who put me in charge?

Sadness can lead to murder; philosophy is powerful when you're, like, 16; so many hearts; so AOL.

Played the f**k out; super movie-star teeth; the way to my heart is through my colon; it went down easy.

Wall-to-wall khaki; real smart; his piece-of-shittiness; the internet hordes are definitely coming for us; it's always men and their penises.

Bitch needed to pluck his eyebrows; filled the hole with ghost stories; not podcast-appropriate; a skin tag detour.

Mistake 0.5; everyone talks about vomit; I can't even make fun of the man's perm; a pre-crushing situation; very, like, industrial England.

Big names my mom would know; Iron Maiden dark; Ted got hella emo; his sad face is so big right now; nobody f*****g rhymes.

The '70s: WTF; Carol DaRonch is our hair idol; you know he's not smooth.

Carefree hair; we're learning shit; do not bring a balanced viewpoint to this; woof, indeed.