Tuesday, February 4th, 2003 | 2:30
Three hours ago, I was a guitar god in a strongman competition.

I finished my lab, but I forgot to tell you that three hours ago, I felt like starting a fight with a rhinoceros. I figured I could win.
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Like a drunk wife-beater, the wind is about ready to kick down the door.
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"What are you going to do with a paperweight after the Rapture?"
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nolips

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