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Thursday, February 12, 2004
A morose mood of deep melancholy has descended upon Giblets this afternoon. Giblets had gone to the supermarket to purchase a muffin, but in the parking lot it was run over by a silver 2001 Ford Taurus. Giblets has to say this was a beautiful muffin and more importantly it was Giblets's. After spending forty minutes of chasing the Ford Taurus around the parking lot and into the street and throwing bottles at it and following it home to try to set fire on it in the driveway, Giblets thought for a while. And Giblets thought about the muffin and about its beautiful unassuming form. Did this muffin not deserve a chance at life? Is not all life - or at least all muffins - precious?
A moment of silence now, my dear, stupid friends, for my muffin. For all our muffins. Giblets thinks he is getting weepy.
posted by Giblets at 8:50 PM
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