There’s no way they know I was raised by you. But we’ll work nine years together, and eventually I’ll pay you through the internet to finally see you naked. And you’re my boss. Then it’s lingering around Penn Station when a bro with beat-meat for a face asks you where the LIRR runs out of, so you say “Grand Central on 42nd.” But just imagine being in MSG right now at 4 AM on a Tuesday morning listening to XILF: STIKKLEMUZICK. Nothing happening but your mind exploding into a radio show that the Shadow R….
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