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@philo I think a committee to determine what is worse, a control-committee commissioned to determine nothing, and a double-blind public opinion poll comparing the two might be a step toward the answer. This could help clarify why XML is implemented but not enthusiastically while JSON is enthused about but not implemented. Of course (chuckle) I exaggerate the case to make the point, but I'm sure you know my meaning. My single meaning, not plural. Just one meaning.

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As long as it's Kevin James.
We've got 'Paul Blart the Mall Cop,'
'Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2,'
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A pUZZ eV Intro of meta-morphodite mortocryphonous binetrophul vantisement. Then, at 50:30 Puzz, Philo, Hal and KrOB begin tenacious skullery transmogrification procedings like a mad yellow bulldog with 3 to 4 heads. The Boys take a nostalgic floppy drive through yesterday's evolutionary dead ends. Dr Hal needs serious medicine. School for Drug Abuse and Nutria Fecundity with Wombat cubic turdage. Philo plays his phone the wrong way

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NEW! :jrbd: Hour of Slack #1720 - Cerebral and Spiritual Mash-Ups :jrbd:

This one's an all chock-a-block mash-up of mash-ups. Rev. Susie the Floozie pointed us to some very novel video/audio mash-ups on YouTube, especially some by Bill McClintock -- expert combinations of popular music from disparate periods in time and styles.…

Ten years ago the Boys were sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. The Boys promptly escaped from a maximum security scleptonic marzlevane to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still hounded by the federal government, they survive as soldiers of fortune and ironic radio personalities. If you have a problem and no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the Show.

When the yakkin’ starts at about 45:00 Philo, Hal, and Puzz Ev gab on about 2headed movies with a focus on interracial 2headed movies before it morphs into unbridled mumbling about movies with “blood” in their titles.

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Thanks to the lessons of Not Effort and Wu-Wei, the album is ready after one night working on it

Nobody knows...

CD-R Limited Edition



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A deceased chimpanzee, an amputated foot, some hand soap... and Mr. Wilbert Reilly. Preparing to take the longest walk of his life, to the center of the Twilight Zone.

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There's a LOT to consider there. In order to achieve this increase in size, have the atoms in Keanu's body been themselves enlarged, have atoms been added to his body, or have the spaces within and between the atoms been increased? In the first and second cases, one expects a commensurate increase in mass; in the third case, his embiggenment will be of a more cosmetic nature, although he will still benefit from a longer reach and an increased moment-arm when swinging his limbs.


If Keanu Reeves was 12 feet tall could he defeat Bigfoot? Would he need to use his patented Keanu-Heart-Punch?

Have you ever gone about your days performing everyday mundane activities and you suddenly get an urge to share a link on someone's timeline? Man, that feels great! Even if you don't actually go do it.

Confusion sets in when Pope Bubba Free-Im-ho-pep visits Ask Dr. Hal on Radio Valencia & Karen Carpenter offers 1/2 a reach-around to all "people" who just want The Show. Philo extols work less for more pay at 47:00 finally live yakkin' with Hal sleeping and holding petards not Dobbs Approved dashes in words but dying w/o your glasses, cash or clean underwear. Fantasy Donut hole adjacent driver mouth road gun.

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Truth is always stranger than fiction. Fiction labors under the handicap of having to remain believable.

Puzzlina regarded Halvin's curvaceous toes and skinny nostrils. They held out their hand. "Let's not fight," zhe whispered, gently. "Hmph," pondered Halvin. "Please?" begged Puzzlina with puppy dog eyes. Halvin looked volatile, his body blushing like a pickled, panicky pizza. Then Halvin came inside for a nice drink of Hot Buttered Rum Martini. THE END

Puzzlina looked back, even more tranquil and still fingering the massive gold bullion. "Halvin, s'cuse me while I kiss this guy," he/she replied. They looked at each other with quixotic feelings, like two thoughtful, teeny-tiny tortoises flopping at a very smelly Valentine's meal, which had funk-a-billy music playing in the background and two creepy uncles jerking off to the beat.

Puzzlina gulped. She was not prepared for Halvin. As Puzzlina stepped outside and Halvin came closer, she could see the sharp glint in his eye. "I am here because I want a wifi code," Halvin bellowed, in a friendly, if violent tone. He slammed his fist against Puzzlina's chest, with the force of 3381 owls. "I frigging love you, Puzzlina Evidencia."

Puzzlina walked over to the window and reflected on her damp surroundings. The sunny rain teased like trotting donkeys. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Halvin Robbingfolk. Halvin was an admirable coward monster with curvaceous toes and skinny nostrils.

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