Once I could discuss the semantics of horror and terror.
Now, I only wake up in terror from the horror of an uncanny dream where I wonder what other people know about me as I sit topless behind Jon Stewart's desk reporting all the news that's fit to parody on the Daily Show, including the "white stuff" found on Mars, which in all scientific probability is just ice--not a certain substance which would indicate not that there was life on Mars, rather, nightlife on Mars.
So this one is for the Daily Show writers. You are all dead to me now.
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