It's the Day's Day of Days! Because NOOOO!
And the paranoid fantasy continues... As we read it, we wonder--is Muir losing whatever shallow grip on reality he had? Is he now looking over his shoulder for phantom attackers, double-locking his door so the agents of islamocommufascism can't break in at night and steal his precious, precious liquor? And why should we care?
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