One time, I had this puppy and I loved it so much

I ate it.

Not werking on Halloween means running around trying to put my costume together. It could be worse.
Tonight, we're gonna love the shite out of Phil. And there's nothing he can do about it. Unless Elise calls me after I charge my phone and wants me to love the hell out of her instead.

What are you doing on Friday, Kids?

( Oh Cliff! / Sometimes it must be difficult not to feel as if / You really are a cliff / When fascists keep trying to push you over it! / Are they the lemmings, or are you Cliff? Or ARE you, Cliff? )