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| Jus' gotta' letter from her attorney. That dude don't know his ass from a hole in the ground...Yeh, or maybe he thinks he's talkin' to somebody who don't know his ass from a hole in the ground! | |
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| Yes... but will I ever know? It might just be that I'm faced with a mind boggling conundrum, a trio of virtual uncertainties that drops me off in the 'twilight zone' of unquenchable mental thirst... | |
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| Alone I presume? Oh God, I'm starting to feel weak. | |
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| ...a hapless inter-galactic hitch hiker (and yes, of course alone), left to fend for himself, who suddenly finds that his beloved zen filled wrench has a motorcycle w/o nuts, now a 'eunuchcycle'. | |
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| Please, have mercy on me. Even my body can't handle the effects of such a lingering and enervating, purportedly legitimate propositional absurdity such as that. | |
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