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| holy fuckballs, book is done in 3 days
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| if i can only make it to 4am, i can hear the train whistle........................,,,,.........,,..........
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| Sagth! Hark at the prune! Just missing the mark! for the 2006 holiday rush comes the marzipan of fiction by marginalized author GKG, TITS. This novel picks up where 'Sup left off with Doctor Science (Good Morning Hibbert, op. ed.) on the seige of his most historically important discovery since his 1967 hit "Most Tender Strip". Tits finally resolves the musical plot/conflict raised in the very first chapter of It's Curtains, the first title in the trilogy. The conflict, which GKG has scarcely worked to develop or resolve, is a quest to find a cure for the E.B.B.V.. Though a topic barely naked, it has bane danced arownd and never rudely dissolved, leaving many readers enraged and in-genuine. Higby non treats third boundary exceptions as such with the application of Zwilon's Law of General Linux (Twain, 16-58). Genuine Alaskan Crab Magazine reviews, "The mastery of terror, and supsense returns. Turn out the lights, get your ghost!". Revered fiction critic Ebert Ebert, goes "Comprising a paltry twenty fourthousand pages, and a sumptry 12 chapters, TITS really moistens your thighs). When reached for comment, GKG had to get a stool, because the cabinet was up too high. There was a cold steely glaze over his eyes, and a rugged smile made all the more threatening by the fact that GKG had lost both eyes racing the Americas Cup singlehandedly in seventy too. His lips slowly parted and after the steam had cleared GKG said through clenched teeth and a menacing grimace that his book would be out by X-mas times. Here's Hoping!
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