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You do that. Then you can grow a big, scraggily beard and hide out in the mid-west mountains in a tools hed that you convert into a base of operations from which you send letter bombs to all the people on the SY message board that you dislike and argue with.
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"No way, man! Cuz dyin' would be a stone groove! Got any messages for Jimi Hendrix?"
"Yes. Pick up your puppy."
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