Keeping Score:
It was early on the 17th. St. Paddy's lunchtime. Bread was comfy af for some reason.
Everyone was talking about feeling the fever pitch and how the habbenings were imminent.
You could feel it in the air.
It's truly nuts how you could actually feel it
Anons were posting back to back to back noting it.
Zero shills.
No sooner than dinner time did the shill army show up.
The air's been polluted ever since.
The pressure's still in the air, folks.
[they] glow like shit
[they] can't stop what's coming
[[they're]] shakin' in [[their]] boots