Typically, we spend our fist hour of the day doing a few things: giving the "fuck you eye" to the alarm clock, batting away the miniature schnauzer ass in front of our face, enjoying some stale nightstand Diet Ditto, and then savoring the unquestioned brilliance that is Frasier. This is the last few flickering seconds of Frasier we saw this morning before hitting the showers and it made our morning a lot more pleasurable than the morning after Memorial Day has any right to be.
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