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Boy-howdy! this cat is earmarked for sureto gow down in both the annals and the anals of the hall_of_grain for slippery characters.
There are rumours that he was the one who appointed the members of the spontaneous_lasagna squad that presided over one of the deaths of saint_lunchmeat_aloysius_basketball. Quotes the works of Bob_Oatmeal_Sodomy even though he's never read a word the man ever wrote.
Make what you will of that. I will drunkenly crochet a nice carburetor cozy from where those threads seem to weave together (illusion, all of it - but we all knew that already, didn't we - well... DIDN"T WE?!)
Please pardon me if my logic is as loose as the bowels of the fiber-laden, i am recovering from the taxing endeavor of trying to run around the world fast enough to tap on the back of my own shoulder, and well, both times i managed, i startled myself so bad that i kicked my own ass for having forgot about the whole plan somewhere along the way.
Has anybody seen my bowl of depleteduraniumenudo?
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