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( In which I demonstrate in graphic detail why I am never going to get laid ever again )

Also, saw Choke. It was... fine. True to the book, for the most part, but it sort of stumbles in its transition to the big screen.

And then the obligatory post good Death Guild "Boy howdy do I love endorphins" commentary.

X. X by the tangent of N. N minus pi over 10. That equals negative 9. Negative 9 is so fine. You've got a brain, and nobody really needs another love song. Love song. You've got a brain, and nobody really needs another love song. Love song