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Putting a medallion behind your crappy fuckyouimadragonesque otherkin "art" does not make it ART NOUVEAU.

And quasidan, it's bad luck to speak ill of the dead, unless its Kurt Cobain or Lupe Velez.

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J. stayed home today because neither of us is inclined to dig the car out. This is good.

I woke up with a wicked leg cramp. This is bad.

Moofey got under the covers with me and kept us warm. This is both good and bad (Moofey is the filthiest cat in the world).

I got some nifty things in the mail yesterday. Time to play/work. ;)

Ghirardelli it ain't.

Fannie May candies are sickly-sweet and nasty. I am glad they are closing. GLAD.

Fannie Farmer is even worse. God damn, the NASTIEST easter baskets EVER.

Input desired, people (get your mind into the gutter!)

Okay, if there was gonna be a television show about me, what genre would it be, and what would the theme song be?

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Hey, SNAPPLE SNOUT! No one wants white trash from Smithtown to be happy.