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December 09, 2003

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The hunger strike must have done it. All those zingers...

A pox upon you, Giblets!

(But beware The Medium Lobster, who lurks, covered in rubber-bands, in the darkness of the Red Lobster lobster tank.)

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(Honestly, though, Fafnir & Co. out-onion The Onion most days. Well done.)

I think Tony Foresta can out-surreal anyone. And I believe he's convinced that his fully functional hallucinatory delusions are actually reality.

Where's the Gray Mouser when you need him?

I'm moderately proud of the fact that an egogoogle of my nom-de-net currently beats out the sites dedicated to actually harvesting and selling geoducks.

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