The place where the world comes together in honesty and mirth. Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
We've all been there. Someone says something and them
whooosh! Drop. Dead. Silence. What happens to the poor speaker of the
words that caused the silence, as the agonizing dearth of noise unfolds?
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