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Oh PHEW, good, because I drank four last night for dessert, followed by an entirely too large glass of 2% milk. I woke up at 5am and the room smelled like dead babies. Thanks Steve! PS - Eric, You're just jealous because I eat whatever I want with no punishment other than farting.
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I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the slitted sheet I sit." There. I've never been relaxed enough around anyone to say that.
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