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May 21, 2005

Michele: I Choose You

“I’m young, strong and fearless. You did right to stick with me.” For emphasis, he plucked an ammunition belt from a dead alien.

The old woman snarled, “You’re a foul mouthed punk. I wouldn’t follow you if you were the last man on earth!”

He was pretty damn close to being just that.

“I should have went with that nice man, Bob.”

He pointed a finger at her. “I’m your hero, lady.”

He looped the ammunition belt into his pants. His jeans immediately fell to the floor, revealing Pokemon briefs.

The old woman laughed. “I’m going to look for Bob.”

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