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2002-04-26 - 7:25 p.m. apparantly i have been mistaken, and am not a chick magnet afterall. i've been riding about on my spiffy electric scooter for the past few days and lo and behold...no chicks. oh well, perhaps it is better this way. i'm not really sure if i'm the chick type. i mean, it would be fun to have all those chicks hanging out at my place all the time, but eventually all the feathers are bound to get annoying, especially when the chicks begin to moult. ah, c'est la vache. anyhoo, i don't think frankenbubbsy is quite right. he just hasn't been the same since...the incident. he has spent to past hour groaning and repeated ramming the wall with his head. i tried to calm him down with some pie and waffles, but he just spat them out and cried, "i am a mouse no more! i am an abomination! i was in a happy place, and now i smell like poo! why, oh why did you pry away the cold, comforting hand of death? i curse you! a thousand times, i curse you! and take off those damn goggles!" i love you, frankenbubbsy. you're so silly!
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