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it turned out that the kingpin of sclaubian disco was holding out on me. they weren't remitting the entire desirature of zeppelins owed. this, was something i simply could not tolerate. helium would have to be vented. fusilages destroyed. it made me want a stiff glass of nog. but what could i do, it was july, and the store simply refused to stock it. one day i'll shit on their egg cartons... in any case, it was clear we had to loadout the "elanye" class buick with an A2 armaments compliment. the situation also warrented a code 024, but unfortunately afro biafra was unavailable for a complimentary visit. the steves on these nixons these days. does darma let you insuffilate your socks like this?
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