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    Friday
    09Sep2005

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    The cow outside of the place Jane and I ate last week.
    Left over wings are good the next day. Nuke them for two minutes, but remember the fries will turn out better if you use the toaster oven.

    The crazy people near my office still don’t know what the double yellow lines are for.

    I had all kinds of bad dreams this week. I saw Alex P. Keaton open a package bomb, the lower half of my face fell off, and this morning there was this weird white spider.

    Why do they over cook the biscuits in the Pillsbury Double pack television ads?

    I think I’m going to go make a special chocolate trip. I feel the need.

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