Good gravy I’m glad that’s finally over! That was freakin’ excruciating!
Imagine being handcuffed in a small room full of old, bitter, incontinent, neutered dogs that are given free reign, then told to not blame the dogs for the bites and fluids all over you. After all, “you shouldn’t have gone into the room – that I let you in”.
That’s some fine “moderation” there, eh?
My crime? Here it is…