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Journal Journal: And the monkey boy danced

Regarding this: Ballmer Suggests Linux Distros Will Soon Have to Pay Up


And so the monkey boy danced, the dance he knew so well.
The dance he knew would please his master, and the onlookers would cheer.
But in the back of the room where the lights were dim, stood some unhappy souls.
They found no joy in seeing the monkey boy dance and their faces were filled with sadness.
The monkey boy saw their shadows, and knew what he had to do.
He danced harder and faster than ever before, and the crowd cheered for more.

Out by the curtain his master was standing with a smile on his face.
He found great joy in seeing the monkey boy dance, gathering ever more onlookers and angering
the sad souls in the dark.


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Journal Journal: Yes

Friends don't let friends drink Pepsi X.


Journal Journal: Oh, yes

I finally found something else in my ear! AND!!! what's more important, I decided to change that logo thingy to the right of this journal entry

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Journal Journal: Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty

Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in my Armpit One Midsummer Morning

Oh frettled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.

Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes.

And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with myblurglecruncheon, see if I don't!

"Conversion, fastidious Goddess, loves blood better than brick, and feasts most subtly on the human will." -- Virginia Woolf, "Mrs. Dalloway"