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Today, we're going to practice colors. Ready?

White? ______

Yes! Christmas! Very good!

Green? ______

You forgot? Here's a hint: it rhymes with "keyster."

Yes! Easter! Which is the color this one @#$%^& ISN'T! In fact, if you keep this shizzle up, we're gonna merge this holiday with Groundhog Day, and it shall be preached that on the Third Day, Jesus came out of His tomb, saw His shadow, and then ran back in and didn't resurrect for another six weeks.

::grumbles:: Jesus on a popsicle, and I mean that literally,
Ray

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Are you sure about ending this series after these last eight episodes? Because I've just dreamed my second full-length Sopranos episode of the past week, and at the rate these are coming, I'm pretty sure we could make at least a 13-week commitment.

Ciao, baby,
Ray

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I hope you tripped on the fucking ice running down the street with your booty and that the crack you bought with it really sucked.

Happy Easter to you too, dude,
Ray

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Comment if you are, or even remotely might be, interested. I have some info about the presale.

Gordon-ly yours,
Ray

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Just stop it. Now.

Lovelessly,
Ray

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That's right, mister. Easter is supposed to be green and yellow and pink and sunny. Hop, hop.

Does the Great Great House of Guitars still do the "hop hop" ads at Eastertime? Those, garbage plates and Red Wings games are probably among my biggest missy things about Rachacha.

Yes, they do. They play all the old ones. Who knows how old those guys really are now?
No garbage plates in Buffalo, eh?
Hop, hop.

*sigh* I'd love to see BNL-- I've never seen their live show. And one of these years, I'll actually get one of their CDs... :P

Don't hold back, Ray. How do you really feel? It's not good to bottle up your emotions this way. :P Sorry about the laptop.

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