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Who the Hell am I?

I'm just your average frustrated, college graduated, disgruntled individual. Rather than act out my frustrations out into the populace in a hail of bullets or shitty poetry, I instead churn them into my own satirical social commentary.
I hope you enjoy my meanderings and you'll consider checking back in for future topics. If you don't enjoy it, well, no one really likes you and you can suck a bag of dicks.

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