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WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
I’ve puked up better Doctor Who stories after taking “mystery shots” at New Year’s Eve parties while covered in spit-up crab dip while Karma Chameleon played in the background.
It’s like Steven Moffat pulled down his pants, wedged his butt in my mouth, and farted into my throat for an hour. After eating a bag of expired doritos.