Some of this material is a little hard to follow, since it is a parody of some of the good folks and their postings at the alt.appalachian newsgroup. However, there seems to be an honest desire from time to time to impeach Guv Bob as govenor of the State of New Bob. To place blame where it is due, the following impeachmint trial comes from the fertile minds of Guv Bob & Idiot BoB. Read it - enjoy it - laugh at the Clintonesque episodes of the impeachmint of the century of Guv Bob.

To get an understanding of the impeachmint process at the State of New Bob, visit This Impeachmint Moment authored by that scondrel known as Guv Bob.

Following is the trial in the Senate Chambers of New Bob:

SEARGENT AT ARMS. Hear ye. Hear ye. Hear ye. There is a blue Ford Pinto in the
parking lot with its lights on. Now, let the testimony you are about to hear
fall on deaf ears under penalty of law.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. The chair recognizes Mr. Manager Idjit Bob.

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. Now I'm gonna have to get one of them expensive OJ
Simpson kinda' lawyers to hep me out of this jam. How is it that indifference
can allow a man guilty of all these things off, and then turn around and
prosecute Idjit BoB? Something really stanks in Appalachia today.

(The annoying sound of fingers snapping is heard.)

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. What th.... The chair recognizes Guv Bob

GUV BOB. Well, Mr. Manager Idjit, as the polls clearly show, people ain't
interested in truth, justice and the Amurican way. Least wise, as long as they
have a new hair cut, a clean windshield and a shoe shine. Long as they can buy
them cheap products down at the BMart, I've found they'll pretty much let
bygones be bygones.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. All righty then! Any new biness?

(The annoying sound of fingers snapping is heard.)

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. What th.... The chair recognizes Guv Bob

GUV BOB. We have just learned that somebody threw a Ara Cee bottle thru the
front winder of the Post Office last night. We, down here at the Governors
Office, have decided not to prosecute the goofball what th'oed it, since
th'oing sech bottle was obviously not his own fault, being from a bad childhood
and all, instead we're going after the Ara Cee bottlers.

We think that the Ara Cee folks are knowingly marketing their product to those
who intend to throw pop bottles through post office winders.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Is there a prescendent fer this line of thanking?

GUV BOB. You betcha, yore worship. Down in Mexico, if a non-Mexican is hit by
a car, even if it's the Mexican drivers fault, it's interpreted by the Mexican
law to be the non-Mexican's fault. The reasoning? If the non-Mexican hadn't
been in the country, the accident wouldn't have happened.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Sounds good to me! Any discussion?

(The annoying sound of fingers snapping is heard.)

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. What th... The chair recognizes Jesse Jackson.

JESSE JACKSON. Do I get any part of this payola?

GUV BOB. Keep it down, Jesse! I'm trying to steam roll this through! We'll
cut you in for 10%.

JESSE JACKSON. All righty then!! No objection yore honor.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. No objection heard, so it shall be written; so it shall be
done.

From the floor of the Senate...

(The annoying sound of fingers snapping is heard.)

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. What th.... The chair recognizes Guv Bob

GUV BOB. I move to suspend the Constitution and propose that from this day
forward, "Presidents' Day" be known as "Emporer's Day" and that all heads of
state must parade through the streets at noon on this day wearing only a smile
and their birthday suit while all others remain silent.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Without debate, so it shall be written; so it shall be done.

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. I object!!!!

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Sorry. Too late. (laughing) The Constitution's been
suspended. You'll have to take a number.

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. Dang!! That's the second time this week! OK. I've got
number 87.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Number 1? Anybody got Number 1? Oh, skip it. Let's get on
with it so we can go home. The clerk will call the roll.

CLERK. Calling Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard!

DR. HOWARD. Yea.

CLERK. Dr. Howard votes ... "Yea". Dr. Fine.

DR. FINE. Yea.

CLERK. Dr. Fine votes ... "Yea". Dr. Howard.

DR. HOWARD. Soitainly!

CLERK. Dr. Howard votes ... "Soitainly"

(sound of a slap, eyes being poked, and a "whoa!" are heard)

... (time passes) ...

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. The votes are 98 yea, 1 no and 1 soitenly. The Constitution
is suspended indefinitely, the motion is adopted. Be sure to get yore parking
tickets validated at the Dairy Queen.

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. I would like to now ...

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Sorry. Show's over. The mind of the Senate is hereby closed.

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. I object in the most vocifrous manner
possible. This is nothing more than parlormentary procedur, yor
worship.

(The annoying sound of fingers snapping is heard.)

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. What th.... The chair recognizes Guv Bob

GUV BOB. Of course it's parlormentary procedur Idjit, this is the
parlorment. I ask yor worship to put an end to this sitiation and
dismiss all charges agin the dishonorable position that I finds myself
in. Besides I got enough problams right now being that there is a
special sale on at the local hardware store that is undermining the
profits of the BMart. If this keeps up we will have no choice, but to
raise the rate on postage which is aleady a grave possibility since we
got to replace that broken winder. Besides, I didn't like the old
stamps, cause they didn't flatter me very much anyways.

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. I have it on good authority that that Ara Cee
coler winder smashing down at the post office is a cover up for a
tampering of mail sent to me. I accuse Guv Bob and the "New Bob
Bureau of Instigation" (NBBI) of doing grave misdeeds by getting the
files of persecution and testimonies against him from the bearded lady
at the carnival's travellin' side show, Miss Linda Stumble.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Well now, these are serious charges, but probably
not impeachable. You better be sure of what you're saying, and have
your facts straight Idjit. We cain't be dragging the not so Great
State of New Bob through a bunch of accusations that even if they was
true is not worthy of conviction. Because if this is the case, I warn
you, there will be hell to pay. Right Guv?

GUV BOB. That's right Al, I mean yor worship.

(The Senate's gallery is a buzz with muffled conversation.)

(Chief Justice Al slams down his gavel which the head of this mallet
pops of and goes flying in the air, and hits Guv Bob on the noggin'
making an ugly hollow sound.)

"DOINK!!!"

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. ORDER, ORDER!!! I SAID ORDER! Sorry Guv, dang
Elmer's Glue.

GUV BOB. I will have a ham on rye I reckon. Hold the mayo.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Oh yeah, it's lunch time, and I'm a little bit
hongry.

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. But yor worship, what about the testimonies
implicating the NBBI activities at the post office? This whole Ara
Cee coler sitiation is a sham. Everyone knows that Ara Cee doesn't
cause cancer. As a matter of fact, I have a report right'cha here
from the 50's that shows John Wayne drinkin' one while holding an
Elmer's Glue bottle in the other hand!

I submit, that it's Elmer's Glue which causes cancer and not Ara Cee!

(A hush overcomes the Senate.)

(The annoying sound of fingers snapping is heard.)

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Now, I've just about had enough of yor blasmphemy.
Baliff, gag Idjit. Next thang ya' know you will be wantin' to raise a
religious issue and get the all of New Bob riled up, and I...I mean
Guv Bob will have no choice, but to call in the New Bob National Guard
to blast all you religious right wing radical bigotted nuts. What in
the name of Tely Tubbies is a goin' on here? We got a full moon or
sumthing? FishMoose, check the Old Farmers Almanac and see when the
lunar tide is due, we need to go bass fishin'. You up for this Guv?

GUV BOB. I reckon so Al, er I mean yor worship. Let me do a little
house cleaning first and shred some documents.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. That'll be fine. I am really gettin' annoyed at
you Idjit. When can we, in the name of Jerry Falwell cleanse the
office of special persecutor, and get back to our own personal
infidelities?

(sidebar conversation. Chief Justice Al in a whisper.)

After lunch Mona. Cain't you wait you little she devil you? (giggle)

(Chief Justice Al, addressing the Senate)

Ahem...I am closing these proceedings to the public and we is going to
lunch since I hear no decension. Now, let's all go over to Walgreens.

We been waiting some time for Chief Justice Al. After lunch, he said
something about going to visit a sick friend, and he'd be back
shortly. Well now, he just came in. We all stand. Why it's only
3:30 in the pm. Chief Justice Al lifts his skirt and sat hisself
down. Did I say skirt? Sorry, I meant to say kilt. Guv breaks wind (farts)
and belches before we all sit back down.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Whew! What died? Okay clerk will call the roll.

CLERK: Mr. Aardvark of Alabama.

MR. AARDVARK. What?

CLERK: Mr. Aardvark of Alabama votes "What?". Mr. A-A-A-A-1

MR. A-A-A-A-1. Huh?

CLERK: Mr. A-A-A-A-1 CLEANERS votes "Huh?". Mr. A-A-Able.

Mr. A-A-ABLE. Shaddap, Dufus!!

CLERK: Mr. A-A-Able votes "Shaddap, Dufus!!"

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Okay you knuckleheads, before we
move forwar--

GUV BOB. Yor worship, if I might interrupt?

(The annoying sound of fingers snapping is heard.)

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. What th.... The chair recognizes Guv Bob

GUV BOB. If it pleases the Senate, and even if it don't please the
Senate, in the name of decency - I suppose - can we have the gag
removed from Idjit's sphincter, er I mean mouth?

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Yeah. Go ahead, see if I care.

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. Yor worship, if I may.

(Chief Justice Al waves his hand in a demeaning way as if to say go
on. Either that or he was swattin' flies, because it sure did smell
like something died.)

Thankee, yor worship. Can we open a winder?

(Chief Justice Al is still waving his hand.)

Thankee.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Balif?

(Chief Justice Al motions to a winder. The Balif takes a bottle of
Ara Cee coler and throws it through a winder.)

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. Now, I have it on outstanding authority that
someone broke into "Maxwell's Hardware Shop and Beauty Parlor" last
night. It has come to the attenshun of this here special persecutor,
that it was a job done by Local OU812 which is the "Sewer Division" of
the "Plumbers Union" from down at the Septic City Trailer Park. This
here "Plumbers Union" is a known "New Bob Bureau of Instigation"
(NBBI) funded right wing organization. Of course I cannot divulge my
resources, since they come to me in reluctant confidence and sit in
high stinkin' places of our gumint, I can tell ya'. As a matter of
fact, it's quite ripe raght now, I'd say!

(Idjit swings his head 'n lookin' at Guv Bob. The Guv looks back at
Idjit 'n blows him a kiss.)

Further more--

GUV BOB. I OBJECT!!

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. On what grounds?

GUV BOB. Well, on the grounds that I find Idjit BoB...well,
objectionable.

(Laughter permeates the Senate chamber. Chief Justice Al tries to
pound his gavel, but is only holding the handle.)

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Now quit it! I mean order! Sustained.

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. Wh.... What in tarnashun--

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Oh, I'm just joshin' with ya'. Over ruled.

(More laughter breaks out, much to the pleasure of the Chief Justice.
He stands up and takes a bow.)

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. Further more, yor worship, the fact that
Maxwell's was broken into isn't all that odd. I mean even yourself
has been known to break in at 4 in the morning if'n you needed some
special fishin' gear or white gas for your camping stove. But in this
case, no one stole a dang thang. What they did though was remarkably
disgusting never the less.

(By now everyone is sitting on the edge of their seat. FishMoose fell
of of his 5 gallon bucket, causing the whole place to laugh.)

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Shaddup!!! Go on.

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. Well yor worship, everything in Maxwell's was
marked down with a price gun.

(You can hear the muffled mumblings in the gallery and throughout the
Senate floor.)

This here is a right winged conspiracy, I tell you. And it is being
perpetrated by that man over there.

(Idjit points to where Guv Bob was sitting, but there is no Guv Bob.
The Senate chambers is a full of shoutings and a mumblings. Some
religious nut yells out Hallajulljah!!)

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Order! Order! Remove that pervert from my sight!

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. Yor worship. I wish to bring the impeachmint
charges back up again, against Guv Bob Bobola.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. On what grounds?

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. On the grounds, that the first Senate trial
was hamstrung by his perjuring hisself, lying, politicking and making
cash pay offs.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. What's yor point? Well if that is all we have to
go on, then I am going to dismiss this case.

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB. On the grounds of new evidence yor worship.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Sigh. Oh, allllright! Now can we dismiss for the
day? I have a sick friend I need to visit.

If you recall, we last left the Hardy Boys with the beginnings of a
new impeachmint trial proceedings, in which Mr. Manager Idjit BoB
promises to bring up new evidence. In the mean time, it seems as
though the Guv has slipped out of the Senate chamber undetected.

The manhunt for Guv Bob Bobola begins with FishMoose gettin' his three
legged one eyed, tattered eared blood hound named Lucky out of the
back of his Ford pickup truck.

FISHMOOSE. Over here! Over here, I think the dawg has got his scent
already.

IDJIT BOB. How can you tell.

FISHMOOSE. See the way Lucky's heaving and up chucking. That dawg
always gits that way when the Guv walks up the driveway. Without even
seein' him. Believe me, this here dawg can smell the Guv alraght.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Alrighty then, let's move on this hunt.

(Not too much further, and Lucky finds hisself a set of human feet
layin' on the ground.)

LISA. Yeeeeuuchhh!

FISHMOOSE. Avert yer eyes you pretty thang. I think I heard of this
before. I believe Donna said something about gumint people goin'
around in them alien UFO's mutilating humans or cows or bears, oh my!

DONNA. That wasn't me.

IDJIT BOB. Nice new fangled aluminum hat Donna? With antennas to
boot. It sure is a hum dinger.

DONNA. Shaddup Idjit, before I thump you with my cast iron skillet.

IDJIT BOB. Yes Ma'am.

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Dang, where's Seth when you need him to staighten
out this mess we got on our hands.

IDJIT BOB. He said he would be away until Thursday, I think. Maybe
Hubert "Archo" Cox can come over. He's an archeologist you know.

FISHMOOSE. Now you know all that man wants to do is dig holes so deep
that he cain't git out of them by hisself. Besides what's this got to
do with archeology anyways?

IDJIT BOB. Well, I dunno. Maybe it's Bigfoot.

FISHMOOSE. Well they do look a little big, and they is feet. Hmmm.
Wait listen.... Did you hear that?

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Uh, uh.

LISA. Me neither.

IDJIT BOB. Nor I.

FISHMOOSE. Nor what!??! Wait. Hear it? Ooh. See that?

(Everyone shakes their heads no.)

LISA. I don't see or hear anything FishMoose.

FISHMOOSE. Of course you don't. It's one of them silent runnin'
black helicopters.

EVERYONE IN UNISON: Silent runnin' black helicopters?

SETH. Well, here we go again. You lefties and your right winged
conspiracies.

EVERYONE IN UNISON: What???

FISHMOOSE. Theys real alraght. Ain't no conspiracy here. I read
about them in Area 51 Magazine. And I have it on good authority from
Wubba, they is real. I bet they's the one's that gots the Guv.

(FishMoose takes off his Chevy Truck baseball cap and put's it over
his heart. We with hats follow suit.)

Later as we searched the area, we found the Guv's wallet - with real
money in it - and a pair of old brown oxford shoes. The pair he was
so fond of. We were sure that the disappearence of Guv Bob was due to
foul play. It wouldn't be like him to leave money anywhere, without
him attached to it in some way. The clincher was finding his
propeller bow tie and water squirtin' flower that he wore everyday at
the ol' Septic City Trailer Park.

To be continued. . .

As you are aware, the Guv seems to have been kidnapped by the gumint
people that run those silent black helicopters. As we fade into the
next scene (bring up the MASH theme song) there are a number of people
visiting the area of last night's kidnapping of Guv Bob. They are
trying to collect evidence, and figure out what to do next. It has
become evident that the New Bob Bureau of Instigation (NBBI) cannot be
trusted, but a brief argument ensues.

FISHMOOSE. I really don't think we have much choice, but contact the
NBBI about this here kidnapping. I'm beginning to think that those
helicopters that were here last night that none of us ever heard or
saw, didn't kidnap the Guv.

IDJIT BOB. What do you mean FishMoose?

FISHMOOSE. I'm sayin', that I don't know what I mean. It just wasn't
one of them black helicopters. Seth pretty much convinced me of that
during an all night session down at "Motel Clear Cut". You know, the
one that has that gigantic pretty neon sign where all them red spruces
used to be? Right next to the "Mountain Top Removal Bar & Grill".
Great view now.

IDJIT BOB. No, I don't know.

FISHMOOSE. That's right. You wouldn't know since they was just built
two days ago. It's that new industry movin' in that everyone's
talkin' about, because of the much anticipated Corridor-H project.

IDJIT BOB. Oh, yeah. Now I remember. You okay?

FISHMOOSE. I don't rightly recall, but I must be okay. Please excuse
me. I must be getting off to Waco for the anniversary celebrashun.
Bye.

( at that moment, FishMoose's faithful normally friendly dawg "Lucky"
bites him on the hand.)

FISHMOOSE. Yeeeeoooooowwwwwww! What th.... Lucky? Hey where am I?

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Look here! Look down that hill. In the cornfield.

LISA. Oh my gosh. It's, it's... it's...

FISHMOOSE. ...a large rectum?

(the cornfield had been misshappen and flattened to look like a
gigantic rectum, complete with a sphincter.)

IDJIT BOB. "In all his glory!"? Nice art work, but what's that
supposed to mean?

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. I don't know. It must be time to call Art Bell.

LISA. Who's Art Bell?

IDJIT BOB. Lisa, haven't you been payin' attenshun? It's up a few
threads, "Astute Brit on the continuing crisis". Get with the program
girl.

DONNA. Lisa, you want to borrow my fryin' pan?

LISA. Not yet. I suppose, you fellers are going to start talking
about the "Jersey Devil", or some other such nonsense.

(Everyone just looks at her. FishMoose seems to have recovered.)

FISHMOOSE. Don't be ridiculous girl. This is alt.appalachia, not
alt.pine_barrens. Besides they don't even have a newsgroup.

LISA. Oh, never mind.

WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHAHHHWWWWAAAA
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

UNREPENT ----- UNREPENT ------ UNREPENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAA

IDJIT BOB. Ohh! Hmmmm. There goes Archo. That's the third time
this week. You think he been lickin' those Mickey Mouse Wizard
stamps?

LISA. Okay. I've had it with this skit. I'm outta' here. You guys
are just too weird for me. Belinda and Don were right. They warned
me about this group of weirdos. Yeah, like I'm normal. HA! But no.
I wouldn't listen to them. Oh no, not me. No ----

FISHMOOSE. Where did you come up with their names?

LISA. Why? What do you mean?

FISHMOOSE. Cause they're with the NBBI. They investigate strange
phenomenon, and make literary judgements on what people write. It
mostly has to do with humor involving people's rectums.

LISA. eeewww. Now you are really grossing me out!

IDJIT BOB. You ever hear of the "Rex Files"?

LISA. Well yeah, who hasn't?

FISHMOOSE. Maybe we should give those two a call. Sometimes they can
be pretty helpful. I know how the Guv feels about them. If you think
about it, it would serve him right. Alt.appalachian sure is a weird place.

Everyone laughs!!!!

IDJIT BOB. I'm not getting in touch with Belinda, I can tell you.

FISHMOOSE. Why not?

IDJIT BOB. Cause she's got me killfiled, that's why. So how could I?

FISHMOOSE. Why's that?

IDJIT BOB. Because I ain't Appalachian enough. But hey, look at all
the great literature she's missing out on.

Everyone laughs!!!!

DONNA. Why do y'all encourage this?

To be continued . . .

(fade out with the "X Files" theme song.)

(fade in with the "X Files" theme song.)

"The truth is out there."

--Seth

BELINDA. Okay, so when, and where was the last time Guv Bob Bobola
was last seen?

CHIEF JUSTICE AL. Well, it was when we was at the Senate chambers, and
Idjit was gettin' ready to point an accusin' finger at the Guv about
marking the prices down at "Maxwell's Hardware Shop & Beauty Parlor"
with a price gun to drive them out of biness.

DON. And when might that have been?

FISHMOOSE. Last Monday, the 15th. Why?

Belinda and Don look at each other and sound of in unison, "Mardi
Gras!

BELINDA. Fat Tuesday, I'll bet.

IDJIT BOB. Ya' know you shouldn't make fun of my sister like that.

DON. No. Fat Tuesday, in New Orleans you fool.

IDJIT BOB. Well, I don't know her. But still ...

FISHMOOSE. Let's go look for the bass boat downa' the river.

(a few minutes later, downa' the river, and no bass boat.)

FISHMOOSE. I got's an idear. If we finds that bass boat, we finds
the Guv.

(so we all hop into Chief Justice Al's Studebaker for a trip to New
Orleans.)

IDJIT BOB. Well, at least I will have a chance to visit my Cajun
Cousins downa' at our new plant that's bein' built there in good ol'
Garyville.

FISHMOOSE. We don't have any time for side trips Idjit.

IDJIT BOB. Come own! (that's my Louisiana aksent.)

(We are a travelin' to New Orleans in this segment in search of Guv
Bob Bobola. There will not be any posts for a day or two soes to give
you the feelin' of travel time in an automobile to New Orleans.)

to be continued ...

CHIEF JUSTICE BIG AL: Read the statement, Junior.

[The Sergeant at Arms, makes proclamation as follows:]

SGT. JUNIOR: Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear...

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB: Shhhh... I don't hear anythang?

SENATOR ARCHO: BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

MR. MANAGER IDJIT BOB: Somebody step on a duck? Hubert? HUBERT!!!! Hoo weee!!
Somebody open a winder!!

SGT. JUNIOR: (Pulls out a frying pan and waves it at the Idjit.)

Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye! ... (looks around).... All persons are
commanded to keep thur big mouths shet, on pain of being banged
on the head with this here big old frying pan or imprisonment, or
both, while this room full of monkeys is sitting for the trial of the
articles of impeachment exhibited by the House of Bozos against
Bob V.W. Bobola, Governor of New Bob, although we all know the
boy is guilty only fer being extremely handsome and a good bass
fisherman, and also the proud holder of the world's record for the
greatest number of Tom's redskin peanuts shoved down into one
AraCee bottle in 15 minutes.

CHIEF JUSTICE BIG AL: You done good, Junior. Now pass me that jug.

SGT. JUNIOR: Thankye, Cousin Al. Here you go.

GUV BOB: I move that the en-tar proceedings be ditched and let's git the heck
far out of here and do some serious bass fishing, or TV watching or something.

CHIEF JUSTICE BIG AL: Sounds good!! I'm OUTTA HERE!!!!

SENATOR ARCHO: BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

SGT. JUNIOR: I warned you, Hubert!!

[Sound similar to that of a frying pan hitting a hollow log is heard - and then
is repeated three times in succession.]

CHIEF JUSTICE BIG AL: Show's over. Everybody go home.


[Thus ends yet another sad chapter in the life of the Idjit.]

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