I hate when I can’t tell which side of an argument in my head is the Pattern Recognizer and which is the Writing Daemon and which is the 1 frazzled sysadmin braincell

“Philomena Cunk on Drunk History.”

“what”

“Cunk on Drunk. Drunk Cunk”

“no”

“why not”

“because none of it would be accurate”

“and why the hell is that a problem”

“it’s not a problem. But it is a reason why you can’t just call it ‘drunk cunk’ or 'cunk on drunk’”

“okay then what do i call it.”

“the Cunk Sauced Fallacy”

“… FUCK YOU”

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