"One Time in Band Camp....."

I ate a bad piece of lasagna and fell into a late-night fever dream, imagining a surreal, post-apocalyptic dystopia where men in stylish blue blazers explain a world -- one you willingly enter and voluntarily pay money to experience -- in which you take selfies with robots speaking Italian.

Thank goodness nothing like that could ever happen here, right?


  1. Hey GW -



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