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Life is now, officially, good

(Yes, radio fans, he's responding to THREE MESSAGES AT ONCE! SEE his awesome skill and intellect! SEE his impressive muscles bulging with effort! SEE his godlike visage made even more godlike with a few beads of sweat dribbling down! SEE yourselves turn away, trying to avoid helpless laughter! SEE him get angry! SEE yourselves start convulsing in laughter! SEE him start having a snit fit! SEE yourselves laugh yourselves into near unconsciousness! SEE him stomp out, slamming the door behind him!)

Wally? Christina? Who are these people?

What about kidnapping me? I'm kidnappable! Well, after work, anyway.

I've been confoozling people for a long time now. Don't you remember? Confoozle came from me.

So now I'm irked. IRKED I SAY.

I had a thought this morning. I forgot what it was. It was an odd thought, too. I was going to tell you folk about it. But now you have to live on in wretched ignorance.

I have $44 and a bit in pennies, nickels, and dimes. I am impressed. I will be taking most of this massive sum of cash to the bank today, to get it deposited in my bank account. Afterwards, I will go purchase the Klutz book of juggling, as I lost one of my balls. (In the war.) All of this and more will be accomplished on Alloni's Lunch Hour. (Cue theme, roll opening credits.)

Why thank you, Aj. I didn't know you cared.