I’m glad that we finally live in a world where talking about “the way things were done”, doesn’t sound like trite, bullshit. When I was a kid, we didn’t have text messaging. We had legs and planes and magic markers! If one (as in this case) wanted to get a scoop, we had to fly to the place where the guy was, and creatively ask him for an interview via papyrus and writing utensil. You have no idea how good you have it now you PUSSIES!
P.S. Yes he got the interview niggerrrrsssssss.

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