Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it.
Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it.
So there he is at last. Man on the moon. The poor magnificent bungler He can't even get to the office without undergoing the agonies of the damned, but give him a little metal, a few chemicals, some wire and twenty or thirty billion dollars and, vroom.
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