You know what I didn’t need during a week where I’ve barely slept, my body now programmed to wake up at 3am, lunge for my phone and frantically check the Philadelphia count? The absolute, unadulterated nightmare fuel that was Strictly Movie Week. Truly there is no punishment great enough for whoever dreamed up that Simpsons horror, but if it involves sharing a tight cell with Trump, that might feel like justice. Anyway. Sorry to kill the mood. PRESIDENT BIDEN, EH?!
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