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C O L U M N S
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Sampson L. Hartwig Remembers...
In the glory days of childhood I could sit for hours and stare up at the sky, provided it was dark. I would count the stars, lose count, start over from scratch, lose count again, swear very loudly, give up, and just look at the moon.
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F E A T U R E S
Entertainment Police
What it is, America? Entertainment Police is back and on the attack with another two-weeks’ worth of tips and whatnot as to the goings-on in the Entertainment world.
Fortune 500 Cookies
I present to you, the King of throw-away island. Slicing a trench into the past, dogwoods spread their sprays like drifting clouds, the most wasteful member of the tree family.
G A M E S
Let's Promote Raoul Dunkin!
If you have any more suggestions for promotional titles that might bring Raoul Dunkin back on board the commune, let us know!
the commune's Manifestos of Fun
Now we are engaged in a great big tent of marryin', testing whether or not monkeys can swim, or any nation so full of monkeys should buy a swimmin' pool, and so you really have to question the logic of buying that leaf net, and that "Pool Jamz" CD that nobody not already sterile can long endure.
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B r e a k i n g N e w s
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U IGNORANT
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Handimaster 3000
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Now Playing at You're Shittin' Me Theater
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the commune's Quote of the Day
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It's Here!
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