The List, much like magic Jesus or Santa Claus, or your mom, works in mysterious ways. It is not for us to question The List, even at those times when its infinite, but often harsh wisdom tries us the most. Devotees of The List should make like our religious brethren, or a Republican Congressman, and eliminate logic from the equation. Think of The List like that Footprints in the Sand poem, only in this case instead of carrying you across the sand, God is goofing on you behind your back.
Unless any of you turds put something like cigarettes or Tom Brady eating buffalo wings or Morrissey on here, in which case it's getting deleted.
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I swear that wolf blinked at me
It's watching.
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