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Wednesday, October 12, 2005

What up NPR?

Hey dudes: Don't be broadcasting spoken-word pieces about some woman's childhood sexual abuse at lunchtime. Seriously. That's fucked up. I am trying to eat some pasta, not get all depressed and grossed out.
Posted by Miles Raymer at 11:56 AM

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