The (somewhat) annual tradition returns. I’m sorry.
Now, release your anger. Seriously, just let it go.
Take that, Pep Boys.
… makes you wonder where we are…
Or where the hell I’ve been for the last nine months…
Getting back on board.
A genre grows up by growing old.
The monkey shines.
The pity party’s over.
Ennui can’t stand in the way of the yearly tradition…