I accused Duckie of offering advice simply because he had nothing to post about. I threatened to do the same, and now I'm following through with that threat. (You have to follow through with threats or nobody will fear you. That one was free.)
Of course, unlike him, I give great advice. I'm like Dr. Phil, Ann Landers, and Nanny 911 rolled up into one hot package. With awesome hair.
Wait, fuck that comparison. That would be like, Dr. Phanny, or something. I don't want to be Dr. Phanny.
So, how about it, guys? Anyone want some advice?
Because I have nothing to post about.
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