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10-07-2011, 01:26 AM
Join Date: Jul 2011
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The ceremony was unbearably long. When it began, I noticed a snail crawling away from my building into the west. By the time it ended, the same snail was coming in from the east laden with tiny souvenirs it had gathered on it's journey around the globe. It asked me if the puck had finally dropped yet, but I couldn't respond because I had aged to the point of hopeless senility.
For some reason I can't stop laughing at this.
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