Traffic’s collapsed. The big A’s hopped up on Vicodin. The dream of the iPhone is farther away than ever. There’s nothing left to do except scrape together the reddest meat I can find and toss it to you guys like chum off the boat.
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So open that yapper. Because this meat’s so red, it’s still twitching. Click the image to watch.
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