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obviously spamming Babe because I didn't pick something cooler than this signing this guestbook I am, a man, I said I'll give you something that you won't forget taking the low road computer illiterate illiterate pokwundjey ...I am Superman, and I can do most anything Iron Man slouching Vlad the Impaler deleting cookies from my work computer fruity a Hairstyle Runner fish free a person people what cause unrest The Cheat Disco Stu Ted Danson fresh out of fish the Lizard King not the type of person to derive my identity from a corporate beer advertising campaign sweating glad to be here, Babe done proud of working retail on their side lost abnormal late Tony The Shadow Mr. Vain an halibut crazy rutabega arm tired sick of Babe Lloyd's crap Klingon en route, mes chers amis buoyant mostly water waiting for the night to fall, I know that it will it change us all excellent Chairy s-m-r-t fishy Pantomime Princess Margaret that guy who leaves his dog's crap on Babe's boulevard still waiting to actually SEE Snuffleupagus Tonetones the Wry Lemur hurt bad television sad boycotting Wal-Mart proud of my personal odour apparently the only person cognizant of the fact that "reality television" is an oxymoron coming in peace engaged in a life-or-death struggle over territory coming Jacques Cousteau bored tzioo! tzioo! tzioo! tired of emoticons a fisherperson typing with one hand sexy a stationary addict a locomotive addict looking for a used car and a prospective bride in the same places in the yearbook club facing backwards and typing with my hands behind my back the walrus looking forward to skin cancer shifty drunk a culture jammer anal not home right now living in the past the sharpest pencil in the box still looking for the box Ted Danson's hairstylist Wanda a fish-slapping dancer the inventor of powdered water really really there secretly Scottish porn the man not thirsty laughing high confusing a cat suffocating pushing up my glasses with my index finger placed on the bridge between the lenses still into swing music ironing my Slayer t-shirt fiercely nationalistic when drunk |
