It's noon. I'm going to the laundromat. During the dry cycle I shall repair to the local tavern for beverages and musical entertainment. When I return, I expect that a fantastic thread will be waiting for me here. I want brilliant wordplay, deep insight, laugh-out-loud hilarity and possibly public nudity and light artillery fire. Don't let me down, you magnificent bastards.
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