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God's hairy teeth...lost in bedlam once again. Where the limbo meets the water you will find my soul searching through darkness for that half bottle of rum I dropped so long ago. Where does it all lead. So many tunnels and too few with names. I went with the one that had cleanest etching of Sir Walter Hamlock above the door. Where it ends? Who knows. And I've only one lace left before the boot falls off the foot. Noober-whamper-fiddle-piddle-dee. Kidding. There is a glint in every eye, its all about catching a ray of light at just the right angle and you can make them all think you are one of Bogs very own. Ooh boggidee. Whoopee. Missed the midnight rock and now I've gotta wait another 200 years before they send another one. Does anyone know what I am talking about? Please sombody tell me I'm now the only one who missed the ride back Bangtang. This whole expereience would be that much more enjoyable if I knew I wasn't they only one born with seven toes and the birthmark of the mysterious spider over my right shoulder. Been feeding the thing bread crumbs for years and boy still won't talk. Nibble rook-a-doo. And by the way if you are such a person and know such things about the Wibble and the Noogoo...If you could point me in the right direction of a brand new fission cable, the kind that can handle 300 nubos, I could very easily fix this problem myself and be on my merry way. Until then zoober-zonk.