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Sunday, April 11, 2004
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EASTER IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES
Once you start looking for chocolate you never know what you'll find.
Now I know that I should've grown up in Flint, Michigan. Not only could I have found something USEFUL on Easter Sunday, I also could have kicked Michael Moore really hard in the balls.
Sorry, I just really hate that fat bastard.
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