This morning I had to drop my daughter off at her ballet recital. They're going to work out the kinks before we all show up to witness their grace. Walking the hallways of the school who should I bump into? Mr. 75 points, Drew.
We're not done the 2nd round, but this cat has tripled my output. He gave me a smirk, told me he's going to run away from the pack and then threw me a bone. He told me it's actually quite difficult to put up such a horrible score without the perception you're tanking. Yes my friends, that was the plan all along, and I succeeded in glorious fashion.
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