Maybe time for a media diet? It’s an anxiety-riddled drive to nowhere.
I love me a little dog. But I loooooove me big dog who has a frickin laser on its head to seek out fascists and big teeth to delicately tear them apart. We’ll cuddle later.
Oh God. Now I feel old.
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