This is a hell of a thing to wake up to:
I have nothing else to say. It’s hard to when you’re breathing heavily into a paper bag and fanning yourself like a cartoonish Southern woman in her church dress.
YOU GUYS PASSCODE JUST SAID THAT THEY WANT TO COME TO MY TOWN! MY TOWN! AND PROBABLY YOURS TOO!
PassCode, if you come to the USA, and if you come to the mid-Atlantic, you can totally crash at my place. I’ll make pot pie!