Yes, that's right future me; when you finally get here you will find that radios no longer use valves, Texan chocolate bars no longer exist...and that desperately wanting to have sex with someone dressed as Boba Fett is actually kind of mainstream. This is what we in the interweb age refer to as a definite sign of progress. No longer must legions of overweight, facially haired, shame filled men (arise my legions! I am Spartacus!) lurk in dank apartments fearful of discovery. Now we can come into the light.
But not you, because you're busy screwing up my youth right now.
Love
You
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