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See, what I don't understand is how everyone can be an expert when it comes to the topic of
obituaries. I read the last two columns and found
that the symbols aligned to resemble boobs. Big boobs. Big, beautiful
bouncy, boinging all over the place, spilling out the sides, deliciously dancing nipples slowly
lactating in languid squirts of viscous fluids. Falling like raindrops from the heavens and
fires from the depths of hell.
