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The case of the missing bong: solved.

And all the pieces have fallen squarely into place.

I feel just like Enyclopedia Brown. Except not smart?

'Allo world, how goes it? Good? Good. Que chevere. Taco kisses ( Read more... )

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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when my fear is gone I will turn and face fears path, and only I will remain.