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2002-05-30 - 1:09 p.m. ah, what a glorius morning. the sun is shining, the flowers are blooming, and why lookie there, a pretty little birdie is singing right outside my window! i wish i were allowed to own a gun. anyhoo, all this sunshiney brightness has made charon skeedaddle off to darker corners. at last i finally have some peace and quiet. i think i'll spend it churning imagination butter and baking the best damn melba toast you've ever pretended to eat. but before i embark on that tasty excursion, i'd like to share this thought with you: yes, becky. look at her butt. look at her butt and cower in shame! for she is none other than Gluteus Maxima, the supreme roman goddess of pasta dinners and ghetto dancing! submit to her rigatoni! submit to her fresh new take on urban hymns and hip hop! submit! SUBMIT! SUBMIIIIIIIITTT!!!! la, la, la. it's imagination butter time!
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