Satire

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Episode 2: After further inquiry we’ve learned that Quentin McCasey is part of an avid subculture of "Indoor Bird Watchers."

CAUTION: I’ve killed before and I’ll kill again. You’re probably thinking: “Why would a soft, soft teddy bear kill a baby?"

WELL GUESS THEY CAUGHT ME. GREAT JOB. BECAUSE I PUT MY BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS. OH GOD SO MANY FUCKING TEARS INTO THIS DRINK.

These here are magic coins that live inside yer lightning box, protected by some new-fangled doohickey called a “blockchain.”

$432.01 - Limbo Beach Bar. Reason: We definitely thought we’d be closing some deals by shouting “Drinks on us!” We were wrong. Bummer.

O Lord, I called upon the sacred number, as it was written on the back of my card.

Alpha Alpha Alpha: If you are an ambitious woman looking to give 110%—or more—to a book club, we are the place for you. We have rules.

I, Your Ratty Underwear, give my consent to die a natural death.

This muddy car plus your wolf family will make for a pretty incredible #weekend-pics Slack post come Monday.

We’ve tried to make it easy to avoid those cumbersome demonstrations with our soundproofed wall of historic woven blankets.

I gotta have more treats, Benji. I’m fiendin’ for it. You getting a paper cut will not be enough.

When life gives lemons, make sure to offer those to the Mothman in hopes the tart treat will placate his impulsive desires.