P.S. Last night I woke myself up while speaking in a British accent. (I think it was North London-ish and it was quite good, if I do say so myself.) This just further proves that I am indeed meant for a life on the great Isle of Cheese Rolling, Fireball-Whirling, Bog-Snorkeling, and Mud-Racing. The day shall come... *rubs hands together sinisterly*
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