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August 24, 2005

Volume 5, Issue 24

The rest of this "boy" can be found here. Take a look at him. A bit creepy, eh? So what's up with him?

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Ted: Oh Shit, Reality Check

"You can't be serious."



"I spend so much time alone and this face really shows me something."

"It shows me you're bug fuck."

"That's not nice."

"I'm serious, this look is all wrong. It won't help I tell you. But you have me, why do you need anyone else anyway?"

"For one thing, you're always saying I'm crazy!"

"Let's examine that. You've chopped off your prick and sewn the skin back on flat, you have a maniacal look on your face, and you are arguing with your reflection in the mirror. What part of that is not crazy?"

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Michele: The Kids Aren't Alright

“Boris, there’s something just not right about our boy Jack.”
“Let’s take him to a doctor, then, Greta.”

And so the doctors examined Jack.

He wiggled around and they gave him Ritalin.
He frowned and they gave him Prozac.
He counted the buttons on his coat and they gave him Zoloft.

And some Lexapro for good measure.

They went home and waited for Jack to get better.

And Jack smiled.
He smiled big.

“He seems happy, Boris.”

Then he smiled bigger.
He smiled so much, he was never not smiling.

“Boris, there’s something just not right about our boy Jack.”

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