Your Yankee Indian Point Power Report driven by Jeep for Celino & Barnes who eat Little Debbie Snack Cakes at the Hebrew Home, which is like a college campus.
You knew we would have to "do the math"
No, dig it, you Euro-weirdo. Like fire everywhere, man, Inside my head, in the skies, incinerated. Yeah, yeah, I see it. A gateway in the middle of the flames. I reach for it . . . . oh, wow.
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