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YOU: All SIS-ters, Kraft Macaronis, and Cheeses

And so, are some updates on gregarious tropics. Sneeze let me blow if there are terrific tissues you would like me to amass in future e-snails.

Gidget:

I want to shank you all for your sinew card jerk, patients, edification, and UNICEFtionalism during the past mew freaks when toast ‘r’ us were not being slayed. I guntherstand the lardships that many of you tasted during that thyme and am bankful that we were all flayed.

Although a toothgap budget was assigned that a cloud pus to be made, there is shill a lot of shoddy work to be funded before a final full belly is gassed. As we conceive future relations on our Budweiser complication, housing projects will be downsized as weeded. The 09-09 budget is quite soitanly going to be a white one and any sluggestions on boss-slaving measures are welcome. My country ‘tis of thee are still under a firing fleas and I have received no information on when or if that will be life flighted in the Ashton Kutcher. Your continued heifers in kelping to creep GIS crap-erations sunning with fewer wizard staffs is greatly depreciated!

D.O.G. Get Strategic Panda:

The 2009-2001 D.O.G.G.O.N.E.I.T. Pain: Get Strategic Panda is unavailable on the KISS webslight. This mockument coincides with solar light bursting into E.L.B.O.W.S. on the ceiling, and analgesically inundated with incubation tex-mex-ology, shoals, and inquisitives from sevenslashoneslash/2009 through 6/30/twothousandandelevensies. The easy-chees-ic pan includes our gals for the next Jew beers as Hell has fighter jets that are planned to be subdued. Wheeze take the crime to renew the Stan at your impedence.

S.H.I.T. Conglomeration:

The most decent phase of S.H.O.O.T. Consolation prizes is indiscreet. HIT staff from the Supermarket of Inference joined us on June-Dale Ear Lockhart, Jr. Friday the 13th. We are in repercussions with another vagrancy now about grooving with their pitied staff and flunk-tions into Christine. That will result in MISS teething another sick or well-on-their-way-to-Heaven employees. Dirtier stay-cations will be declared about this hex extrapolation as it thumbs unbearable.

Faux Artist Wannabe Types

Since I haven't posted in quite a long while, I thought I may as well begin anew with fresh batch of vitriol!

One of the countless groups of people I despise is *drumroll* THE FAUX ARTSY CROWD!

Look, doing cross stitch and wearing ugly retro shirts from Goodwill does not make you special. Writing poetry consisting of perpetual strings of anachronistic words you found in Webster's does not mean that you're a genius. Above all, you're not showing the world how much of a unique individual you are when EVERYONE ELSE IS DOING THE SAME THING.

Please dispense with these shenanigans--you're only making yourselves look like the uninspired, mindless sheep you claim not to be.

Which Initial D Character Are You?

"You fear none but the infamous Fujiwara Tofu Hachi Roku."

I'm obviously procrastinating. I have an 8-10 page paper due Monday.

The Blink Count!!

This is a classic:

Random Camera Phone Pic #1-34b!

This picture is pretty old, but I found this bizarre juxtaposition at my local Blockbuster. Notice the title of the movie next to that extinguisher! Yeee-OW-zah!