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Sunday, June 27, 2004
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SO VICIOUSLY WRONG THAT IT CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL RIGHT
If I were a better man, I wouldnt be so gleeful about the merciless shots at a man's problems with obesity. Thankfully, I'm not a better man and I can therefore recommend this post about Michael Moore.
I doubt I could've said it better.
The filthy river greets me like an old lover. A murky, green lover that smells of cabbage, burnt engine oil, and feet. It smells like... freedom.
These truly are words for the ages.
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