BoJack, stop. You are all the things that are wrong with you! It's not the alcohol, or the drugs, or any of the shitty things that happened in your career, or when you were a kid! It's you! Alright? It's you. Fuck, man. What else is there to say?
I lived in some of apartments where they allowed any and all animals. Then someone brought home a horse overnight. That was the end of that. The jerks.
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