Anyway, we’re free, man. Free to start a sentence with “Anyway”, free to write bad poetry, free to publish pointless remembrances, and free to subject others to unfunny listicles. In other words, free to be you and me.
Bottom to the Tops

Anyway, I’m free to conjecture that Trump is a demon.

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