🚀 go-pugleaf

The good news is, Cuthbert was never remotely in danger.  The other good news
is, there apparently are more than one of us.  Had you actually made the trek
to Acworth, you would have figured.  Had you then traveled -oohwee- just a li'l
more, you would have found Cartersville, and could have interviewed the parents
and the high school teachers.  So much for Druid Hills.

But how about some much-needed perspective:

CHEATING comes to Our Fair City, documents the public transit location codes,
speaks to the elderly about Ponce de Leon Deion, notes name of what folks here
call a "titty" bar Right down the street from where I live, goes to Avondale
for what purpose, does his homework, comes to this very campus, Mummy gazes,
this very building even, takes a gander, and DOESN'T ALREADY COME SAY HOWDY-DO?
WHAT KIND OF WRETCHED LIFE DO YOU LEAD, FER CHRISSAKES?!?
WE'RE FRIENDLY HERE, AREN'T WE?  WHAT THE HELL?  WHAT THE HELL?

If you look up a number, you must call it, or die, like li'l whatshisname, of
ennui.

Crazy.

Crazy, Cheating, Crazy.  I don't say it often.

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