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   Thursday, September 30, 2004  
ok, here's how it works.

Pretend your a bunny.
Pretend after a hard days work of uprooting carrots you come home to your luxurious rabbit hole.
Then there, in one of the smaller sub-holes that is your toilet.
BOMB.



Up yourself motherfuckers.

dearest people reading. if any of you has my direct contact, gimmie a call. Or a 'shoutout' as these new Gen-Y MTVers call it. Bee Oh aRe Eeeh Deed.

   posted by rudi at 10:22 AM