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Okay, campers rise and shine and don't forget your booties cause it's cold out there today.

It's cold out there every day. Mm-hmm, this area young and we don't know.

What am I now to do? We grow. Uh-oh, is it the same? Is this year the same as last year?

Is the same as the year before? Six more weeks of winter. Is everybody frowning?

Flame? The fucking fill? It's fills fault that we're all frowning. It has nothing to do

with the pandemic. It has nothing to do with the country imploding. It's all because

I feel there you go. Where's Cuomo when you need him? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Did he murder with that one time or what? To Blasio murdered one.

Now you got me googling fucking dead groundhog 2022. There was another one.

Another one died. Another one died yesterday right before the big grand reveal of

never smiling again. Um, who? Milltown Mel. Jersey.

He is from Jersey. Milltown Mel. His name is Milltown Mel.

Very sad to because everyone knows his dark backstory. He was recovered from a

heroin. He had one point. He was selling his body, you know, just to make

get his next hit and you came clean, lived some many years as a groundhog

professionally and then was gunned down by the police.

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