In the summer, Fridays are stupid. They're practically Mondays, but Fried, and we're on a diet. They're useless, toothless, persistent, and ruthless. Luster-less, flamflusterous, withered, and wonderless.
And they do not deserve to be celebrated. Now, who's with me?
JUST KIDDING, SPARKLERS.
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