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2002-06-01 - 8:20 p.m. my imagination butter was not what you could call a success. charon wouldn't even try it and frankenbubbsy said he hated it, something about it making him sick. and he was all rude about it too. no "hmmm, cecil, maybe a little less salt and/or borax next time," or "you know cecil, maybe you shouldn't have used the glass of curdled milk on your dresser." nope, none of those constructive criticisms. just "BLEEEAAAUUUGH!!" all over the shag carpeting. and don't get me started on the chore it was to clean that mess up. actually, half way through the job i got tired and just ended up dragging a nice, inconspicuous book shelf over the stain. dr. lambtree will never know.
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