Oh boy.
My apologies, gentlefolk, for my terribly non-specific request for instruction as it has embarrassingly exposed Brad's belief that nouns might count as instructive.
In fact, only the first 3 of Bradley's 7 dirty words might count as instructions (shit in my mouth, piss in the wind, please fuck my sister) whereas the remaining 4 dirty words were more nominative.
In truth, I only wanted to know the process by which I might access the lovely newness of version 1.7.x of the Minecraft this evening.
Again, allow me to make a grand and dramatically sweeping apology to all of you with a theatrical ruffle at the end.
Fuckers.
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