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Sunday, August 22, 2004
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FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF SOUL SEARCHING AND SELF-EXAMINATION
I discovered something about myself tonight and it's leading me to ask what kind of a man I really am. Usually, you would ask skippy, but now I'm asking you.
If everybody loves Raymond and I don't, does that make me less of a man? Seriously, I think Raymond is an unfunny douchebag. I'd never seen the show before this evening and the only reason I've gotten this far is that I feel his TV wife has spectacular milkbags.
Am I wrong, or is "everybody" else?
I appreciate your imput.
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