Tiny wails, tiny cries.

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I wanted my first post to be witty, angry and laden with obscure references, armored with enough irony to build Capone’s Caddy…

Ah, well; can’t all be winners, can they?

It’s after 2pm, and this joint couldn’t be deader. Unless I was dead. Maybe I’m dead. Is this hell? Would hell smell so much like doughnuts?

*sigh*