When hungry domestic cats get desperate. We've no doubt Rosie was the brains and Stanley the muscle. Lordy, it'd been twenty-four hours since food last laid out, revolution, motherfuckers. Also too, you can go back through archives, every year Mannix's birthday is celebrated at this shitty blog, though it's true the static post was as much filler-as-filler as filler-as-bleggalgaze. Also too, four of the tradition drive home power pop songs. The drive home to Maryland after leaving Planet in Ohio requires power pop songs. But yes, those wondering if all's OK, thanks, everyone's safe, everyone's sad, everyone's fine. Regular programming returns tomorrow, of some sort, most likely.
UPDATE! LOUD! please.
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