Greg Balantine, of The Puck Stops Here fame, has been sending me analytics on PS4 messenger. His statistics, as we all know, have always defined greatness, just as the sheer strength of his prose always made us pause and cry a little, not unlike your reaction to a fine thespian performance from the likes of Donny Most in Happy Days.
Greg Balantine despised me like no man has ever hated another in the history of blogger animosity.
He hasn't actually been corresponding with me, just seething from afar like the scorned little boy he's always been.
But I've used his formulas to reach the following conclusion.
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