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"Pull out the yearbook honey," I yell. I just saw someone from highschool at the grocery store, and I can't remember his name. What is his name?
Oh, yes. I remember now. Mr. Poo. Nice guy. Kind of evil. But he really knows how to throw a
helluva party as well as a
helluva fine American! So, I suggest we all party just as well as we
could. We didn't treat him very well anyways. We had duct taped him to the fence and left him hanging there with a wedgie and his pants
and they seemed to go together like Peanut Butter and Jam. Chocolate and Peanut Butter. Britney and Peanut Butter and a bottle of bourbon to wash down the coke.
