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i feel icky today. my kit kat bar understands. yay for stone temple pilots. i'm listening to scott do a rendition of 'christmas time is here', the peanuts christmas song. hooray for peanuts. hooray for drunk people. i wanna be drunk. i wonder what kind of wedding i'll have when i get married. will it be big? small? overrun with midgets? i think i'd like a service run by umpalumpa people. the priest especially. i think i'll make it a requirement that everyone attend my wedding drunk of their asses. breathalizers will be administered at the door. byol, but if you're empty there's plenty in the back. ask the priest, he's packin'. i wish i could travel in time. seems a trifle trendy to wish for such a thing, but i don't care. i'd go back in time and touch a lot of people's butts. i'd go back in time and take a bus to canada. once there i would find tara, introduce myself and touch her butt. after said action has been completed i would go home. maybe i'll go into the future and buy a hotdog. then i'll bring it back into the past with me to see what they're really made of...anyone read sluggy? that'll mean something to you. you people should leave me notes and tell me who you are. then i can reply and read your diaries, after which i'll decide whether or not i'd like to travel in time to touch your butt. i'm jealous of my navel. it's cute and fuzzy and gets to sit around all day and whistle. i wanna do that.
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