Rumble in The Bronx
That seriously did not just happen… An apoocalypse while I was a-crappin’. Something monstrous was making its way… Through my …
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Breakfast of Bog
What’s for breakfast? Is it crappy crepes? Like Count Dumpula’s tumbling brown apes? Or is it boring toast slathered in …
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