Please. Please. Please. Someone make my internet work.
Please. Please! PLEASE!
Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
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Remember, all of us Westsiders must stick together, so come on over and use our computers (just bring Yogizmo on your way....).
Mine is still intermittent. Very frustrating. But at least I have a few mittents in which to use it.
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