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I thought it would be nice to have an end of year list of stuff that this blog wrote. This is the poetry that we wrote this year.

People are assholes. They were before the virus. They were during it. They will be after it.

One uncle in the room comments, “They need better protection. The quarterback has no time.”

Your songs stink. They are second rate pop songs that are only played because something needs to be on when you walk around a haunted house.

What is it? What is the worst part of Halloween? It’s having to share my candy with you.

The other guy stinks. I am great. I can help you. Did you get all of that?