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March 17, 2002
"Knock, knock, knocking on Heaven's door.."
And on the Seventh Day, God rested.
Fuck St. Patrick.
My ferret's in a cigar box in the freezer
And I'm in an ugly mood.
If only I could get me one of them trunk brides..???
I hear tell they're as regular as beavers up there in Ore-ay-gone...
RSM

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