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♪ Doot-doo~, doo-Doo-doot. ♪

What can you say after having the Doot-doo song in your head for three solid weeks! It takes months to get over it, counseling, thousands of dollars and a lot of hot sauce. Yes,

I can't possibly relate to you how godforsaken my existence has been. Drowning, starving to death, eaten alive by a pack of venemous monkeys, constipated to death; all thses fates

cycled onward as I reincarnated over and over again. After being struck by lightning for the fifth time, I decided this had to stop. I rang the Nirvana hot-line. Cobain answered.

"Nirvana Hotline. Come as you are." he said. I realized who I had on the line, and forgetting my karmic fate as a lightning rod asked what was on all our minds, "Who did it Kurt?"

"Nevermind." Cobain said. "To escape repeated karmic reincarnation, find a Heart Shaped Box by a meat eating orchid near the tar pit trap" and put me on hold. "Hey.Wait" I said

"I got a new complaint!" Kurt came back on the line. "I'm forever in debt to your priceless advice," I told him. "Priceless?" he said, "this Karma call is long-distance. Floyd the

Barber wishes you-" then one skinny, spindly finger hung up the call to the netherworld. Barney Fife hitched his narrow shoulders and said, "You got to nip it in the bud."