Because my weekend was one long, sweat slog of manual labor, let me just tell you.
But no one cares about me pulling weeds (and seriously, if there was a God, I would punch him (it has to be a man to create this stuff) in the face for Bermuda grass.). WHAT YOU CARE ABOUT IS ME TALKING ABOUT LAUNDRY.
Wait, no, not that either. PROMETHEUS. That'
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