You know when there’s a pressure cooker, and it’s just about to explode? Well, I’m smack dab in the middle of the kitchen, a few feet away from the stove, and the pressure cooker is full of shit. When it explodes, EVERYONE is gonna get smeared, whether it was their fault or not. Just the wrong place or wrong time.

Can’t really say much about this. But I’ll want to give you a couple of details.

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For real, I started explaining the whole thing. Got to paragraph five, and decided it definitely can’t be published online until the storm passes.

I can however give you some timeless advice:

“Those who break the rules are scum, but those who abandon their friends are worse than scum.”