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There is nothing in my head except a Cartman voice, saying, "Son of a bitch!" over and over again.

I'm sorry I turned on the news. I wish I'd stuck with Boomerang and had 1968 cartoons all day.

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Stayed busy all day. Went out to get some dinner and started bawling in Fazoli's drive-through.

Now Tom Brokaw is telling me to go outside and look at the stars. I would like to punch him in the testicles.