Basically everyday now, and from now on.
I've got an email in my cloud that I wrote, and in just 5 minutes of some quick editing, I could publish it and probably kill upwards of two dozen people just from sheer shock and horror that I'm still kicking the shit out of this thing of yours, all the live long day, any time I feel like it, and only common courtesy and a strong love for the voiceless multitudes, crying out for justice, unanswered for aeons and now finally well on its way to fruition holds back my Bernie desire to create.
Auto correction or no? You be the judge. In any event, I don't feel like violating some stupid strike law, so I'll have to wait for my legal team to go over the idea. Because I'm going to f****** publish it anyway, totes, no matter what they say, cuz I don't give a s***. I wrote it. It's mine.
The lamentations of your (blank) are yours.
I still will look like an a******. However, I won't be.
CONSENT MATTERS. NOW HEAR THIS:
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