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So I couldn't think of anything, so this will just be a blank entry (you know you care, but I must just tell you all that it'll be alright people! It will be allright! Please don't do anything destructive to yourselves upon reading this! I just know some people will try, oh god how I know they will try. This all reminds me of that one day many years ago. I said to him, I Don't think I'll make one today, and he just looked at me. He then left his house in a quiet rage, a quiet, quiet rage. The next day he was convicted of murder of killing his wife Nichole and I was like awwww, shit. That was sometime in the 90's. So after I knew he'd come after me, I ran off to Nicaragua or some other third world country or some shit like that. Well anyway, I saw these magic dirt children, and they were like please help us. And I'm all like, these are magic dirt children. So I follow them and I go to a factory where I got to work in terrible conditions for very little pay. I made so many Kathee Lee Walmart Shirts, oh man, it kicked ass. So anyway, after starving myself and being diagnosed with five diseases, not to mention losing my eye and looking like a fucking awesome pirate, I left Nicaragua and entered into some other random country of that level...probably Antarctica or some cold shit like that. Well anyway, I saw some eskimos and I'm like what the fuck is up my eskimo friends!? Then they were all like dude, you can't call us eskimos, it's not politically correct, IT'S NOT POLITICALLY CORRECT! So I was like shit man, I better get politically correct. So I go to the bitchy soccer mom school of political correctness, and I'm like alright you *whatever politically correct name of eskimo there is* alternative lifestyle, mentally challenged men, but not excluding women, of low intelligence! So then, with my newfound ability of political correctness I went back to America to spread my power to the world, to share the gift that I had acquired! I then joined the FCC and I was like fuck yea man, I'm in the fucking FCC...but when I said it around them it was like f*** yea man, I'm in the f***ing FCC! Well anyway, I saw a ton of violence and shit on television and I was all like f*** yea man, this is f***ing awesome! Then I turned on the Super Bowl and I'm like, OH MY GOD! I briefly saw that woman's nipple! So I ran back to my other coworkers and I'm all like dude! and they're like dude! So we just start fining everyone everywhere, because that was the "in" thing to do at the time, and we still haven't stopped! Then I realized the FCC was my thang, and I left and now I'm picking my ass and writing Xanga entries, in which I so just wasted five minutes telling my nonexistent life story. That's right! That did only take me five minutes...as if you were amazed, allllriiiiiiggghhttt).
Like so.
Political eskimo polar bear of powerful correctness says "You shall not view this! It is not appropiate! Fines for you, fines for me, fines for everyone!"
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