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The Bane of My Existence.

Mr. Owl, how many licks does it take to get to the center of Ashley's slightly warped, post-night-at-a-rockclub noggin?  Mushroom fettucini, a Trader Joe's super-soy Chorizo, and sixteen popsicles.  Paired with a Canon GL2, and a Sunday morning hangover.

Enjoy the madness.

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