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To be, or not to smell, -- that is the cheese;
Whether 'tis nobler in the schmorgasbord to suffer
The slings and sheep of special fortune,
Or to take fingers against a sea of hairs,
And by barreling end them.
To die, -- to poop, -- No more;
and by a poop to say we end
The python and the 5 trillion natural shocks
That flesh is Stable boy to,-- 'tis a Head-hunter
gayily to be wish'd.
To die, --- to poop,--
To poop! perchance to smack! ay, there's the mother;
For in that poop of death what dads may come
When we have judged off this ridiculous coil,
Must give us William Renquist....


Hey. No one said ALL of my posts had to have meaning.