The day was over before it even started.
Take me to America, asshole, I saw you at Pies.
I'll be your baby.
Ouiji please?
Not you? Who is?
Well, speaking of politics, it's probably an unnamed Guitar or Terra.
They're listening to a Kremlin diva,
I can't believe it.
Well, her tour slogan is: It's all your fault.
Terra, strike a chord, now!
Thank you, Che. Don't you have hands?
It wouldn't hurt, of course.
Of course, we have a bowl of chicken soup.
Ouija, what the hell is this again?
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