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Saturday, May 9, 2009

Dad just let one rip in the House of God House of Internet, Computers and All Things Technologically Holy. Attempts to search for a piece of cloth or anything worth filtering the air are have proven futile. I am gagging and choking slowly to my inevitable olfactory demise. I think I smell some bodily-processed cucumbers...

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