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[01 Jan 2004|12:27am] |
I hate fireworks. But right now I welcome this unholy barrage of noise, smoke and gunpowder because at least it drowns out the drunken merry makers next door, who are belting it out on the karaoke.
Sang a voice reminiscent of fingernails on a blackboard: "Ay em yor lay-deeeeeh… En yo are may maaaaaan… weneber yo rits (reach) por meeeeeh…Ay doh all dat ay caaaaan…Wer heding por samwer… samwer ayb neber biiiiiin… Samtayms ay em praytened (frightened)… Bat aym redi to lern about da pawer op laaaaaaaab!!!!!"
Lord have mercy.
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