Survive the onslaught of my ending-clue gaffes, all of which I cannot blame on myself, because like I said I might break down and cry, and you are ushered into the FWG, the creamy nougat of the internets.
If this one is wrong, I'm gonna quit because I've got a rep to protect.
Ahhh who am I kidding? I'm not the Fonz, or even Chachi. I breeze through life with impunity, based solely on my good looks. I don't care what peops think.