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There was one on a hill in the town where I grew up. Wretched piece of modern noveau riche architecture, lit up with red and green floodlights for Christmas, until one day, the green one went out. Suddenly, it was have yourself a merry little eternity of unrelenting agony.
It's times like this that I wish I lived in England, so I could get drunk and play Scooby gang with the rest of you freaks. |
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