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I had a weird dream where I was at my alma mater preparing to give a big speech, but we had to wait for the goldfish to come first. My friend Joyce, whom I did NOT go to school with, was there and told me that Taryn Manning was going to be there (it may have been Camryn Manheim, actually. I'm not sure that I didn't misunderstand Joyce) and that she had heard all about me and had a huge crush on me, which I was excited about because I thought that maybe I'd get to hump her. (Either her. I like 'em both.)

So, anyway, I apparently had to walk through the city to get to the speech, although the city wasn't Flint where I went to school. It was much bigger. Also, there were giant goldfish all over town, swimming around even though the city wasn't under water or anything. It was raining a bit, though. I was thinking of my speech, and I had decided to mention Orandas, Lionheads, Ryunkins, and all the other types of goldfish I knew. I somehow took a wrong turn and ended up in an area of town where EVERYTHING was under construction. It was all deserted except for a few vagrants. One of said vagrants picked up some caution tape and wrapped it around his head, which I understandably took as a sign that he was hiding his face so he could mug me. I thought it was weird that he would let me see him wrap his face, though. He had a beard, too.

Anyway, I started walking and sure enough he followed me. I went down this tunnel thing (like a service tunnel you see in the basement of buldings in the movies) and he was behind me. I grabbed a pipe and kicked him in the face. He fell, I ran. While running (I didn't hear him following me, and I was listening), I took out my wallet (I had eight or ten 20s in there) and I was going to just leave $20 in there and hide the rest so if he did rob me he wouldn't get ALL of my money. I also considered dropping a $20 so he'd see it and figure it was enough and go get drunk on that.

Then Moo-Cow pawed me in the face and woke me up. Now I'll never know the joy of celebrating the Festival of Goldfish with Taryn Manning. Fuckin' Moo-Cow.

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Illinois Republican Senatorial candidate Jack Ryan had his divorce records released yesterday. Basically what they revealed is that he pressured his wife (actress Jeri Ryan of Star Trek: Voyager and Boston Public) to have sex in clubs in front of other people (candidate Ryan denied the charges). Now, i don't think there's a damn thing wrong with that, if all parties involved are consenting (which it appears wasn't the case), as I believe people should be allowed to express themselves sexually however they want. Of course, Ryan's stance on gay marriage is that it's immoral and must be constitutionally banned. Cast that stone, sinner! Okay, actually I have to give Ryan the benefit of the doubt, because I don't know of any proof of said allegation (and innocent until proven guilty and all that). But I do believe that he's a fucktard.

Anyway, my point is that it doesn't look good for Ryan's election, which is good for my man Barack Obama. I'm so glad that one-term uber-fucktard Peter Fitzgerald is retiring so that Obama can get in there and do some good.

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Kimmerly McMoonpoodle,

You have to come visit me. because I said so. make sure it's during a time when Brother Brother is playing, because you'd dig 'em.

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