Also, about this thread, there is a donut challenge inside of there. I have done my homework on that, actually. I figured maybe you had, and I'm riding down everything I eat, so I'm really not allowed to have a donut, unless I go for an 18-mile hike. So, I will see these donuts to you, and you can take the donut challenge and just send me a picture of yourself enjoying them. Well, I think we can both take the challenge, I mean, if you prepare a sentence as well, I think you should read it. No, I did it prepare a sentence. I prepared a sentence about how I was just going to let you do it, and besides, with a whole bunch of tricky pronunciation words I'd just be happy to let you have this one. Yeah, I'm going to fuck up the pronunciations pretty badly too. Well, no, I don't know how to pronounce most of them. There's only one of these words I actually know. Maybe two. I actually knew the majority of them. A couple were new to me. And those are the ones I'm probably going to destroy. But, to collect a dozen donuts of the flavor of my choice from Devil's Rancher, however we will figure that out. He is a man, that man. He is. He's a good guy. So I was showing my grandbuzz old factory to some Catholic friends who'd invited me to Midnight Mass, and we're standing there in the narthex of Saint Michael's, and I look out the window and there's this wonderful Geagan shine on the horizon, this glowing measma of solar dust, like a sneeze-dub ex-utate of God's own catter. I love you.