Tuesday, July 04, 2006


BIRD: You OK there, Buff?

BUFFALO: No, Birdy.

BIRD: Wassup?

BUFFALO: Last night, the fookin' octopus fell on my woody. Nearly sliced my Freddy in half it did.

BIRD: Sorry to hear that. Oh, btw, Happy Independence Day.

BUFFALO: Yeah, right! Redneck fookwits singing that Springsteen song all over town. Hold on a sec, just gotta get a bandage on this little critter. Actually, could you call me back? Ow!

BIRD: Sure.

BUFFALO: Sweet Sigourney...

BIRD: Film at eleven.

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