We're sick. Like clockwork. And all our droogies are off and away and about and beyond. Bitches. So we suffer alone, our neuresthenia our only friend. And now this: A reader sent in a curious image (leg or cock? you decide...) along with this as-curious note, subject line "parse this, kids":

seriously. are we going to talk about arch journalism, or are we going to talk about arch journalism?

Gets a big "huh?" from the team here. What's left of it. But parse for yourself. Full image shocking reveal follows, below.

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