In a word, @#!%

Cognitive Dissonance is much like that raucous conversation you hear at the end of the bar while you drink your sorrows away, wishing you could be having as much fun as those two schmucks. I personally want to thank Tom and Cecil for making every week even more depressing with their witty banter, as they carelessly reinforce the knowledge that I lack any social skills to develop any meaningful fraternal relationships. F--k you Tom, f--k you Cecil. I don't need your "rabelaisian humor". I don't need your "relevant social commentary". I don't need your worldview based on "empirical evidence and testable claims". I can make my own opinions! That's right, that's right, I'm my own man! I'm going to go out and make new friends, I'm going to take this world by the horns and wrestle from it the life I deserve! Waaaaaa!!! Who am I kidding? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Oh God, Tom and Cecil, don't ever stop making this podcast it's all I've got to look forward to.