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My friend dislikes a certain line of books for youths:

"I give you a large star of glory for those accomplishments. advance to square 27, but be sure to carry docket number 4 with paragraph 9 highlighted; for the magical grumblekins don't take kindly to un-hi-lighted thingys," said Harry Plopper as he whizzed on his flimmerish pole throughout the woods of Garble-gayne.

"Where's Ungur, my pet elbow?"

"Down here!" cried Ungur with a frightful glare.

"Sorry chum-bucket!" cried Harry, flipping his toodle-nork into the air.

"Don't splingy about it!" retorted Ungur.

They flew off towards the mystic Ruins of Flipperdap and on their way stumbled into a kindly forest creature with a luxurious cape made of bayleaves and pimple juice. His name was Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnna, and wouldn't you believe it, he had a bagful of sandal-nuts for them to lunch on in the summery sun. Wasn't it grand!

In other news, I have to figure out how to be one of the next Goth Babe(s) of the Week.

fell on 2001-05-07 at 11:46 a.m.

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