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I Don't Wanna Be a Pinhead No More

-The Ramones


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Rather Obvious Joe Fact Number Eight:
He briefly played guitar. Very Briefly.

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

Drug-Crazed Firefighter Chops Off Boyfriend's Belly!

Cheers,
joe