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Edited on Tue Jul-07-09 08:29 AM by Creationismsucks
I struggled through an endless midnight-sun winter Alaskan tundra, and found the beautifully furnished home of my new psychotherapist, who turned out, to my enormous surprise, to be Rachel Maddow. I yearned to tell her how much I loved her (in real life I like her lots, but it's not love) and she promised to review my meds, which for some reason I had dumped out of my pockets on her counter. Then she excused herself, saying that "former secretary of state James Baker was doing a press conference making an important announcement" and she had to go. I let myself out of her trophy-lined, Palin-esque Alaskan mansion, thinking
"God it's amazing; these Rhodes scholars can really do it all!"
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