“I’m exhausted,” the email began. I knew his pain. All those keys. All those letters. All those words. Writing his Friday Funny had finally taken its toll on Chris Seaton, who decided on sheer impulse to shave his head, buy a saffron robe at the Dollar Tree and become an acolyte of the Dalai Lama.
I mean, who cares about grown-ass men in tights pretending to be wrestlers? What the fuck does “roll tide” even mean?
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