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you all get a stinking F for not playing with my musical meme in the post prior.

so all these people are anti dirty hippie and against going to the eeyore's festival in austin. i'm catching so much flack about it you'd think i was a freaking liberal or something. I'M NOT, dear ones. it's simply tough to find a place where 30 or so people can gather and not be crowded or in the way. plus it's technically a children's party, the hippies just crash the party every year.

zonker, bless his blown-eyed soul, said he was just worried about all the dirty hippies having a run in with the armed blodger contingent. a fair concern, i'd say. a lot of us drunken blodgers are uncomfortable with the mixture of liquor and sidearms.

so i said to him, "don't worry, that's when the shooting will occur." no sooner had the words left my mouth than i realized i had irreparably butchered another thought process. zonker was terrified.

i simply meant that eeyore's party and the firing range outing were scheduled at the same time. so the rootin tootin gun play blodgers would be there, while the goofy stumbling blown-eyeds would be safely singing kumbaya with the hippie dippies. problem solved, no?

but then over at leslie's i saw this:

Your Famous Last Words Will Be:

"Nice doggy."

holy frijoles!! did i make a prophetic statement? am i going to get it at the blodgemeet? protect me, blown-eyeds, i am very ascared.

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