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Friday, April 22, 2005

Hump! The! Drum!
Hump! The! Drum!

Sorry. We made like Gwen's shit and split.

(And now let us apologize for coming back with such a weak opener.)

Sometimes things fall apart. And you find yourself with several stiches in your side, unable to sleep and watching Half Baked at 5am. ("I didn't know that horse was a diabetic!") It's at that point that you have a decision to make. You can sit there feeling sorry for yourself, eating can after can of dog food until your tears smell enough like dog food that your dog comes back. Or you can go out there and find your dog.

We have chosen the later. Metaphorically speaking of course. Or something. We think.

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