Check 'em out. Per The Editors' request, I would mirror if I knew how, but I am but a poor humble Celtic/Slavic numbnuts, drunk on distilled potatoes and inflated self-esteem, so I gotta punt my mighty 90+ hits per day to homeboy's hand-cranked server.
Extra value for the kids:
Jon Swift brings more heavy smackdown to Fatboy's future
literary abortion stocking stuffer. I need more LOLcats in my schtick. Season's Beatings, mes amis!
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