Hall of Infinite Doors

You watch "All my Children" and it reminds you of your children who hate you and you begin to cry. You then decide to take up pottery. You buy five hundred books on how to make pottery yet still don't produce a single pot. Your son finally shows up for some money to buy ecstasy. You start complaining and he guts you like a fish with a very large knife. No one cares. The police don't even try to catch him.
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