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With all that's going on these last few days in the grand 'ol state of Alaska, I think I'm on the verge of jumping the couch and clothing myself in fax paper while I sing the national anthem to the special lint friends that live in my pocket.

// my personal research assistant: Jay //

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because there’s nothing that amuses me more than hearing your pathetic opinion


Okay..we've got a Toblerone overdose and "jumping the couch"...should I be worried?


You should be very worried :)


Hey, don't you be talkin' 'bout my lint friends!
They are loyal and true! And they travel with me everywhere I go!

Hey D!
So, does this mean I'm on the payroll?


Payroll? As if paying for your friendship isn't enough. Greedy little bugger!


I know, I know... The Check's in the MALE! HAHAHA...
Just buy me a drink when you and Curt come to town and we'll call it square!


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