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Aug 02, 2007 15:51

Prickle-Prickle the Sixty-Eighth of Confusion in the Year CUR

Whoever says you can't taste anything in dreams is either a bald-faced liar or sadly misinformed. There was a distinct difference between the long salty french fries that had been dipped in the bottle of A1 steak sauce and those which had not, and I immensely preferred the latter (though my opponent, a fierce rival of mine in the - invisible, flying tent races, apparently, held indoors in narrow hallways - anyway, my rival liked steak sauce, so I made sure to eat all that up first so there wouldn't be any when he got back to the quartermaster's supply room, which is where I was. Not sure where i got the fries.).

I have a little hamster
He loved me 'til I died
But now that I'm immortal
He's frankly terrified

Hamster, hamster, hamster
Forgive me if you can
Hamster, hamster, hamster
I only prey on man!

The wolf pack kneels before me
Whate'er I say, they do
The bats here all adore me
But all I want is you

Hamster, hamster, hamster
Although I've met my end
Hamster, hamster, hamster
Won't you be my friend?
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