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Monday, October 15, 2007




There's a hole in my counting argument, dear Liza, dear Liza...

Then fix it, dear Jeremi, dear Jeremi...

(you do realize that I could probably modify the entire song to fit this theme, right? I'm restraining myself on the assumption that the only person not annoyed by it would be me)
If your modified version actually told me (in a useful manner) how to fix the argument I would not be annoyed at all.
LOL. If it did, it would be a complete and utter accident.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5

One, two, three, four five!
Once I caught a fish alive;
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
Then I let it go again.

Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on my right.

Injects Nanoprobes. Oh, uh, you've been tagged.
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