This is your true friend, Glenn Beck.
Your only friend.
Your friend in times of toil and trouble.
Your friend who just simply likes his milk warm.
Well, I can see how he blossomed to stardom.
His G is an archetecture of gloss and esteemed "friendship".
His B which I can not completely decypher overall appears to be a frightful woe is Me.
So Glenn, you really do not too much appear to be a heretic or a nutcase in your writing, but I attest that you will not go skiing with me.
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