A bud of mine found some Obama socks, but I've not been able to find those. This is some fat gag show host, eating bbq pork in a hilarious manner, on my feet. I think I'm turning Korean, oh yes I'm turning Korean, I really think so, deer neer neer neer neer neer. Oh lord, thinking of repeating '07's dry November, as my liver hates me. Dec. 1st '07 wasn't pretty, all regenerative progress was lost dramatically, as I chased windblown money down the street at noon, wrenched free from the hungry maw of a big yellow claw machine, while a debaucherous Arkansan looked on and guffawed approvingly.
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