Well, have a can of instant popcorn, there, CornPop.
Your consciousness is wormhole connected to the whole, so shut yer yapping black hole.
A poem by The Peaceful Mongoose Keister Keith Olbermann
(holds keistering record at GITMO)
It's all fun and games until NoName reaches up and slaps ya from the grave. Like a relentless zombie the MSM is…….