Okay, I leave for, like, five minutes to go take care of some shit, and what do I come back to?

I’m sorry, was there some kind of estrogen-sprouting party I missed out on? Is today backwards day? People - get your shit in order. We have asses to kick and noise to make and things needing fucking up. I’m back and I’m pissed and I have no time for dalliences. There is work to be done.

In other news, the second step is anger.

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