Be Careful What You Wish For
Was I just saying that I wish Brown Brown would get the hell out of my ribs? Well, for forty-five minutes starting at 3:07 a.m., he did. He discovered a brand new toy: my internal organs. Bam bam bam bam bam bam bam. He's finally back at my ribs. And I'm alarmingly grateful.
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