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Well, okay, this installment of So You Don't Have To actually took place two months ago, but I've finally gotten the photos in gear.

Kinda.



See, I had these in the cupboard for a while. Then chuckdawg  and sarahsam  were over one night, and I decided to have witnesses to their consumption.

And then I peer-pressured chuckdawg  into eating one. Many photos were taken, but that's where the suck part comes in.

Somehow, in my infinite dumbness, I managed to delete the initial photos of me eating them.

As such, the beginning of this photostravaganza is chuckdawg doing his part, then me eating them again after we...

( JUST LOOK AT THE DURNED PHOTOS! )

  

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Well, you could have done it before you even took the job, but congratulations on your resignation, Alberto Gonzales.

I hope you have a nice retirement. In a quarry filled entirely with pig shit.

SIR REGINALD FLASH FICTION

     As Sir Reginald wearily emerged from the house’s library--his shirt and pants in tatters, the book in his hands still vomiting torrents of blood--he had to suppress the urge to find Levar Burton and punch him square in the gob.

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Inspired by a recent post from evil_egg, a new possible autobiography title, because by the time I write it, books will be able to have swear words in the title.

Dinosaurs can't escape in space, motherfucker.