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08/08/01
In fact, I did steal that line. It was written on a postcard taped to the window of a liquor store in Madison, Wisconsin. That's my specific source, though I'm sure it is an article of common consent. Lots of stuff in this episode was stolen, I guess, but then who would be dumb enough to lay claim to general comments on the misery of life? The opening line is perverted from the recordings of potty mouth Casey Kasem that Negativeland had so much fun distributing.
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