What
Equus was to the earlier part of the week, the
"Aqua Teen Hunger Farce" was to the last 24 hours: more Ignigknot and Err than you can shake a Lite-Brite at. Which is fine with me; I've seen as much of Radcliffe's lower torso as I care to, so bring on the Mooninites. So be warned. Either way, at least it's lowered the signal-to-furry ratio, so thank holy cow for that.
Sadly, life conspires to be relentless, so there's little signal today at any rate. I'll work on it.
Also, I left out the picture of the 96-pound tumor this time. I figured if I couldn't decide immediately, it should probably be left out. You're welcome.
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