Tuesday, November 29, 2005

What cu' talkin' bout, Walker?


It's good to know that the esteemed BIGBIGLOADER can take the punch of my flower power with nary a flinch at the extreme sarcasm implicite in my diction. I can once again sleep well during the day, knowing the dragons of literarcy have been slain and the princess' of the mushroom kingdom are safe once again from the twin evils of the dictionary and thesures. In summation, eat a dick.

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