Man, What The Hell? Good Grief Edition

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Imagine Charlie Brown and the football, only instead of a Wilson official, it’s just my head, and instead of Lucy pulling away at the last moment, Chaz actually makes contact and sends my soft noggin flying. Or something.

Where was I going with this? Oh, right. That I’m a gullible sap.

Every time I think things can’t get worse, and that we’re definitely…

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