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no, don't want that walrus. f5 again, this time i get the delightful tones of an iced skyneedle. did i ever mention that i once dropped an F-Bomb on public FM radio? i don't think the FCC ever found out. don't tell them, they might come arrest me, and i'm hungry. i'd eat my sandwich now, but it's still in the tin foil and kind of cold. sandwiches are strange like that -- a sandwich acquires a certain pizazz after it's been out of the fridge all day, hiding in your lunch pale... a flavor of wisdom and experience. in the refridgerator, the sandwhich is in stasis... but once outside, the sandwhich slowly whithers away. it starts to experience death, and consequently life. i briefly considered microwaving the sandwich to short-circuit the process, but something tells me the results won't be palatable. there is something similar going on with ketchup -- ketchup from a newly-opened bottle of ketchup tastes different from a been-open-a-while bottle of ketchup. restaurant ketchups have a similar distinctive taste -- i could pick all three out blind, i swear. for this reason, yugo labs is in the market for a qualified biochemist. we need answers, understanding. call extension 1210 and ask for sandwich.
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