People continue to be so unbelievably frustrating. Can’t live with ’em, can’t get rid of them without being accused of crimes against humanity.
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I was comparing myself to Mr. Rogers today (yeah, don’t ask), and got to talking. Where the hell was Mr. Rogers coming from when he walked into his weird house, put on his house shoes, and started talking to puppets and playing with trains? Did he have some job he was working all day before he came home to hang out with America’s children? Just wondering.

N.P.: “Justice Way” – Processor