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being the adventures of a young boy whose principal interests include music, poetry and making fun of nathan wong.

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Tonight on the MF Graveyard Page, we ponder the oft asked, but seldom answered question: How much God could a Godsmack smack if a godsmack could smack god? WORD!

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4:29 AM - My half-witted attempt at scaring the hell out of wong's customer fails miserably.
4:03 AM - Jon points to a picture of a pudgy caterpillar and says, "I wish I were that guy.'
3:05 AM - Just noticed the stupid ads they run on this page. The one I saw said, "Shackleton - On the brink of death, courage was his only weapon." Is that stupid or what?
3:03 AM - Brad says I look like a big ape. Funny, I was thinking the same thing about him.
3:01 AM - Lunch time. 1:27 AM - After a brief internetless interlude, we're back. While I was away, I was struck with the following thought: Every day, somewhere in America, an engineer puts his pop filter in the dishwasher. (yes, that is a euphemism for banging the shit out of your female assistant engineer.)
11:07 PM - Just got here.
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