Nov 18, 2017·1 min read
God every time I read this I snort water out my nose.
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.
But alas, the tension mounts. The foreshadowing, as usual, is about as subtle as Charo on several ounces of medical grade cocaine, as we are treated to several flashes of the image below. Clearly, we are not supposed to be confused…
Allan Rae (alto)
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