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Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Come Into My Fort

Hi all. So Erin and I are here watching T.V. and supervising the pets . . . that's all we can do after I burnt Cesars book. I heated up some old pizza and Erin is flipping through the tube . . . just skipped the Simpsons. Now on Raymond . . .
I am here to tell you that this Lego kit is the gift I should have got my kid. Hindsight is 20 20. Tom, just so you know, ancient texts of Archimedes are being x rayed and old math is being reborn . . .
Donna, I know you will be distressed, but I HAVE to tell you, Elvis'sssss old teddy bear was eaten by foul demons sent straight from hell. Now I call bullshit, but someone gimme a second opinion . . . is this Art Bell call for real?!? I dunno. If so, my mind is bent . . . if not, then give me the New York Times for the next sixty years.
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