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So it appears as though an anonymous donor felt that I didn't have enough tattooed boobs in my life, because I awoke to find that I suddenly had three months worth of time left on here. Never one to shirk a gift, I feel I must accept. So, whatever creepy fuck bought this for me, thank you! Your money is appreciated, and I will continue to heavy-handedly insult you on here until I find out who you are. Then I'll probably proceed to insult you some more, but not before giving you a rocking high five, complete with a subsequent air guitar solo (I'll even stick my tongue out and do the whole "WAH NU LUNULUNULUNULAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOW" thing while doing the air guitar solo. My air guitar solos tend to take the form of the wah-pedal heavy Jimi Hendrix form as opposed to the noodle-heavy Eddie Van Halen solo).

So, yeah.. Thanks, mysterious stranger. Whoever you are. And if you're a girl that is totally looking to bang, you should really hurry up and identify yourself.

Until next time, I leave you with two of the greatest, most powerful scenes in the history of cinema.