Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Butthole.

Inside baseball.

This has generally been a puppy-free zone—you’re welcome—but I did want to highlight the highly, importantly, most terribly salient point—the ur-point, one might say, of any further disagreement—that Jim Henley, with great charity, manages to extract from Burnside’s elegy.

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Barf bag.

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