Scottish Mist
To start off this new chapter of crazed, long, and many posts, I'll start it off with an example of modern entertainment:
I turn on the TV at 4:30 in the morning (Math Homework means no sleep for the wicked), only to see a man getting attacked by a haunted bagpipe, and then some sort of Scottish magic stole his trousers.
It's probably just lack of sleep, or maybe the result of the recent writers strike shaking up well, everything that's on television now; but it was one of the more entertaining things I've witnessed in awhile.
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