That subject line should be read in my "Cartman's Jennifer Lopez hand puppet from South Park" scream.
But yeah. Made Out of Babies. Tomorrow night. At Emo's. I'm fucking there.
That is, of course, if i get out of work on time. Which patron saint do I have to pray to make this happen? Because I'll do it.
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