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Well, in the few moments we have left while the Whiskey Priestess stumbles toward the salon, we'd like to take this time to thank the Academy, our podmothers and the Big Gal Upstairs, Shub-Niggurath with the Thousand Gams , who obviously whelped us all (well, maybe not you) in Her own image. We've had a good run--fame, fast cars, slow-moving fish, a long movie career (man, those were the days, Toho Studios at our feet and a Japanese schoolgirl on each tentacle). But, as they say, the wheel turns, riding high in April, shot down in May, and we really can't complain. Last drink?? Make mine a Fuzzy Navel. |
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