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I was pretty upset about the Grammies awards a few weeks ago; I thought that predicting the winners would be a snich. So I thought that it might be fun to take my mind off it by celebrating Marti Gras, which is almost as fun as New Year’s Eve, when people can get free lays. Then I decided it would be more fun to drive up to Left Bridge in Canada. Before I headed out, I briefly considered whether I might need some sort of protection – maybe a riffle – in case I encountered any grizzly bears along the way, but then I remembered that there are only 30 grizzly bears left in the wild, so I figured I’d be safe. At the last minute, I changed my mind about the trip, however; my conscious just wouldn’t let me do it.

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  1. I am so glad this was posted. The incorrectly spelled words do not bother me nearly as much as the incorrect sentence structure. What is even worse is the slaughter on the English language with this new Gangsta garble. YUCK!

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