Crime is up on the New York subways. And I’m not talking about cool crime, like assault or robbery or murder. I’m talking about sound crime as perpetrated by packs of olde-tyme, kazoo-wielding retards who steal the last shred of tranquility from your mind and grind it against a washboard to the tune of “Goober Peas.”
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Get It Together, People
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