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.: 8.29.2007 

Three-quarters bullshit

"And this is the cruel torture of the bachelor party, indeed of the entire wedding celebration, that faux panoply of lost nonexistent virtue and innocence, and lost nonexistent freedom and virility: You are cordially requested to feel something utterly vacuous and inconsequential, and this puts you in the cruel position of either admitting that 99 percent of your life is like tearing the covers off remaindered Danielle Steel romance novels, or continuing with the cheery and upbeat fiction that you manufactured in high school so as not to have everybody looking at you like you're a scary freak. So in trying to go along with the bullshit, you end up in the kind of lame, vaguely nonexistent haze that drives you to put your finger in the candle flame or start cutting parallel lines across your calf just so you can feel something, anything, that is not three-quarters bullshit."
&mdash Cary Tennis

Thank Gods most of that has been dealt with.

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