It’s always sunny…

The family has landed in New Jersey. Honestly, I feel like a Dorothy, stumbling out from a spinning house, with a bump on her head. Disoriented and wide-eyed, I realize that I’ve left my broom inside the house, but borrowed the attitude. Now, I’m looking for my ruby slippers, even silver ones will do. I think I spot the yellow brick road. Who is the Wizard? The id? The superego, the wtitch? Flying monkeys have stolen my hat. Oh, if I only had a brain…

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