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Somewhere there's a smile with my name on it.

-The Replacements


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Milksop

Well-known Catfish Provo Fact Number Nine-Hundred:
He used to have a late-night radio show on WICN in Worcester Massachusetts. He resigned after three years when he was told to pull a Steven Jesse Bernstein spoken word piece off the air. WICN no longer plays rock and roll.

"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."

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Want more spew? Here's a list of my latest video games.

And as a parting shot, today's Weekly World Spew headline:

One Hundred Ninety-Five Year Old's Secret? "Reading Weekly World News."

Cheers,
joe