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HAPPY MOIST MONDAY! IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT WORD LEAVE IT ALONE, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? PUSH A SILVER SHANK THROUGH MY LUNGS SO I CAN'T BREATHE AND THEY BURY ME UNDERGROUND WITH BLACK ROSES ON MY GRAVE? I'LL JUST HAVE A RESURRECTION AND POUR GASOLINE ON YOUR HOUSE AND WATCH IT BURN UNTIL ITS TANGERINE, BELIEVE ME