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Thursday, February 14, 2008



I think my pretend card is broken. It reads: " You will die a slow and painful death for your crimes against humanity. Here's a broomstick, Happy Valentines Day, you raccoonish bastard."

Wait, no, that was in my fortune cookie last week.

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