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Wednesday, October 5, 2005
Chris is dying of the bird flu right now, and on accounta he's one of the millions of Americans who go proudly uninsured to support our nation's War On Health we're tryin to fix him with home remedies. We spent mosta yesterday hittin him on the head with large metal objects to make him a less hospitable refuge for bird flu. Today we're shakin him out the window so the bird flu can take flight an leave. "Go on, little bird flu," says me. "Fly. Fly to freedom!" Posting's gonna be a little light. Again.
posted by fafnir at 4:06 PM
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