| 12/01/09 09:47 AM |
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Paul Boone
Well, the good Lord saw fit not to end my life on sunday for some reason. I think he likes to see me suffer. I do enjoy to suffer in silence though. I like to roll myself up in a rug and hide behind the couch for 3 days.
I thought the night was rather fun. I enjoyed myself immensely. I would like to thank all the people who did such hard work putting it together. Also, like to thank all the people who came from far away. I believe I traveled from another galaxy far far away. It honestly felt like I came back to civilazation. I love in town that has not changed since Teddy Roosevelt was in office.
I had fun talking and seeing people whom I have not seen or spoken to in 20 years. I was reminded of dastardly acts I commited and chaos I purpatraed on humans. Although, my favorite was a memory Greg Skabitsky has kept all these years. Appearently in senior year I invented a new phobia. "Hopeamobaphobia" it is the fear of getting Herpies. Now that is a genuine fear. I am not a doctor I have no medical background other than inflecting cuts and bruises but I do know that you want to aviod any disese that starts with the letter "H". Herpies, Hepatitus, and HIV are yours to keep. There is no getting rid of them. So aviod the "H" diseses and pills, syrums, and antidotes with relieve you of just about anything else the world can fling at you.
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