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March 20, 2005


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In an obvious way this is really weird and twisted. But the more I think about it, it's really not. I mean why shouldn't you lick the salt lick, that's what it's there for, right?


now for
my confession...

when I was small I had
an irrational fear of buttons

my mom who did alot of sewing
had a coffee can full of buttons
that made me gag just to look at it.

so Catholic school was hell
because everones shirt was covered with buttons.

I guess that makes me Button Boy BuTTON BOY!

I still quiver just at the sight of the words button I hate that word!

Even though i've heard this story before, it's still as funny as hell.


...i used to sniff powdered soap up my nose in fifth grade because the cooler kids dared me to.

Please tell us what became of the goats.

Mmm, salt.

Mmmm, goats.


Clariiiiice... tell me about the goats... have the goats stopped screaming?

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