One
day I will be found with my brains on the wall, clutching my pistol,
lying next to a spilled bottle of southern comfort and half-empty bottle
of xanax. And I will be clutching a printout reading "ALL OF IT WAS PURE GARBAGE."
In my last will and testament I will insist that it is engraved upon my tombstone, picture of the horse included.
Probably mad that it didn't have any horses in it.
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