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Sometimes, in the dead of night. When the fog is thick, and the only thing you can hear over the pounding of the surf, is the pounding of your heart beat. Something will urge you to look to the left. Even though you know the soup is so thick you could cut it with a knife, and you couldn't see your own Rah-rah if you were taking a piss. Thats when it will happen. Thats when all the mysteries will unfold, and answers will come pouring in like a warm May rain. Thats when you will finally come to the realization that questions are merely answers that haven't come, and the dawn of man is in rapid reverse. Look at NIB's avatar. Picture him in the mung! My brother has man boobs. Stick the two of them together, add a couple of Bassmasters missing teeth. This is the recipe for true beauty my friends. And it is not always in the eye of the beholder. Sometimes the beholder has no hands..
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