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			Mmmm... anchovies.  Yum.
 I would like to assign the cheesewit I almost broadsided tonight coming home from work.  Imagine this: a dark city street, me going 30 MPH, then El Dumbo zips out from a partiallly concealed parking lot just a few yards ahead of me.  I almost smashed into the fool and had to slam on my brakes.  I hate slamming on my brakes.  I assign having to slam on my brakes to Mordor.  And what if the road had been wet?  What if it had been raining?  What then?  I wouldn't have got home in time to start Day 5 of WWJVIII, that's what.  Not to mention my car, my poor beautiful baby, would have been wrecked!  Fool!  Fie upon thee!
 
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				All shall be rather fond of me  and suffer from mild depression.
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