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Old 04-12-2005, 01:05 AM   #2
Uncle Matt
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One lucky man there my friend. Bring that neighbor a beer. My neighbors hate me and probably want me burnt out of my home. Probably all those 4am boat trips leaving from the driveway. Or it could be the striper carcasses I throw over their fence. Ah F*** them!

"Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come."
Matt Groening, Life In Hell
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