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"Yesterday.1"

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Yesterday, I flew home from work in an enormous roller skate possessed by the spirit of that old dame with way too many kids. Old mother hubbard had locked up her cupboards, put the kids in the galley pedaling, and was feeding them all by charging $42 bucks a pop, door-to-door service. Unfortunately, the old mother had somehow crossed with L. Ron, and I found myself trying to fend off the one-sided conversation coming at me from a scientologist keeping me up on faith alone. Today, I made it up to myself by giving the bastard's card to the local Jehova's Witnesses.