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Don

I do not judge Don for the ginormous mellon head, nor the silk yellow boxers, nor even the mugging of two delightfully curvy nutrasweet pixie sticks of melted twizzler sunshine enchantment.

I judge Don for the four scrotey-ass necklaces.

I can accept one necklace. I can accept two. I can even accept the reprocessing of ordinary objects as jewelry, as with the Sid Vicious lock.

But four? Is, how you say, douchey.

And that little patch of chin fur needs to be shaved with a dull pottery fragment recovered from the Albila of the Decapolus archeological dig of 1983.

Because the Byzentine Empire made some rad pottery.