If I had a nickle for every essay I wrote with started off that way, I'd be so filthy stinkin' rich, I'd have no need to be a bitter, cynical person.
However, as of right now, I am a bitter cynical person.
Where did all this cynicism come from? Lotsa places, I guess. I've been listening to a lot of George Carlin lately, that's probably got something to do with it. I frequently serve as the resident Ann Landers of the group, doleing out advice to whoever seeks it, and naturally hearing conflicts and problems all the time is going to have at least SOME negative ramifications. I tend to use too many big words, like "ramifications". I could sit here and play my sorry-assed fiddle all afternoon, but you don't wanna hear all that.
I gotta do something to get all this bitterness out of my system. Just some way to flush it all out at once and move on to more happy, floofy topics. Like fruitcake. So without further ado, I give you...
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