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Dear kerryblaze :

I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over.  I think I realized it when we skinny dipped at the mental hospital and I saw you sit on my father. I'm sure you're middle-class enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning the couch cushions to you, but I'll keep the results of your blood-sample as a memory. You should also know that I never liked the incarnation as an eskimo .

Go burn,
Joey

( meme'ing fun! )