Har, har. Laugh it up. In my face. Now I’m gone. Tell me, why didn’t we get along? Maybe it’s because you laughed, in my face, when I was down. Har, har. Laugh it up. In my face. That’s fine, because all is mashed-potatoes and gravy. I now have incentive to stay strong and move to a place consisting of people without faces.
~That Dude Eddie~
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Love and Peace.