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I don't really have anything to say about this one so I'll just talk about whatever. I mean, who's gonna read this anyway?

My mom cooked fish three days ago, but the kitchen still smells like fish despite copious amounts of Clorox and air freshener.

So yeah. We need better air fresheners.

Also, how about that government, man? Yeah. America and all. Things are happening and yeah. Pretty crazy, amirite? What else? Oh yeah! Miley Cyrus! How about her, huh? Yeah. I mean yeah. Halloween's coming up. What are your plans? Plan on trick-or-treating? Parties? Movie marathons? Turning off all the lights so no one will think you're home and not ask you for candy? I don't have any at the moment. Boy does my neck hurt. So does my back. Carrying a lot of heavy things. And too tired to work out.

Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light? Who let the dogs out? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who let the dogs out? Who? Who? Who? Who? Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again. When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes. Will you join in our crusade, who will be strong and stand with me? Beyond the barricade, is there a world you long to see? Then join in the fight that will give you the right to be free? Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again. When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes. Will you give all you can give so that our banner may advance? Some will fall and some will live? Will you stand up and take your chance? The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of France! Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again. When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes. Ten minute drum solo. Fireworks. The government is brought to tears. I have absolutely no idea what I'm writing, I'm just procrastinating on a report due Monday. Oh I love trash! Anything dirty or dingy or dusty! Anything ragged or rotten or rusty! Yes, I love trash! You gotta put down the duckie. Put down the duckie if you wanna play the saxophone. *20 minute electric triangle interlude* Every time I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray. *rock opera held note while ballet dancers are on fire* I want to be the very best like no one ever was. To catch them is my real test. To train them is my cause. Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? When are you gonna come down? When are you going to land? I've been U-N-C-O-U-P-L-E-D. We've got trouble, right here in River City. We're not gonna pay, we're not gonna pay, last year's rent! She said hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go? Unbelievable sights, indescribable feeling. The sun will come out tomorrow. I just can't wait to be king. *mariachi version of Love Machine* I am a snail who likes to go fast! Zip! Dash! Zoom! It's a blast! Come with me, and we'll be in a world of pure imagination! Gay boats sex scene. Everybody shoved him, I very nearly loved him. The hills are alive with the sound of music. Meeeemoriiiiies. Come on Eileen, oh I swear when I mean at this moment, you mean everything. I could have danced all night. I could have danced all night and still have begged for more. I feel pretty, oh so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and gay. Mama, we all go to hell. Mama we all go to hell. It's really quite pleasant except for the smell. I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss. Someday my prince will come. Crawling in my skin, these wounds, they will not heal. Only you have the power to move me. Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? Booty booty booty booty rockin' errywhere, rockin' errywhere. Some day love will find you. Break those chains that bind you. Winter wrap up, winter wrap up, let's finish our holiday cheer. It's time to try defying gravity. If I had a dollar bill for every time I've been wrong, I'd be a self-made millionaire and you'd still be gone. All I wanna do is stay home and lie down in bad, but it's bad for the body and even worse for the head. You're my girl. I'm your man. I don't care if you live in a garbage can. You and your sweet desire. You took me, ohhhh, higher and higher, baby. Put a banana in your ear. I'm hired. I hope I don't get fired. In forty years I'll be retired. But for now I'm simply hired. Dream a little dream of me. I can't sleep or clean my room since you and I first had our swoony swoon. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, so haul out the holly. Put up the tree before my spirit falls again! Don't be a jerk, it's Christmas. It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Hum-diddle-diddle-diddle-hum-diddle-i. I can't get out of bed today or get you out of my mind. I'm wasting a shitton of time writing this. I want to sleep. Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl. Taking a nap all day long, there's nobody disturbs me but I can't feel the freedom. I'm a carriage with no marriage, I'm a van without a man. Shut your fucking face, unclefucker. And so we put that kid back where she came from, as she helped us to find a better tomorrow todaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy *fireworks* *star-spangled banner* *end*

And so yeah that's the totes original musical number I wrote as part my hit musical "Natalie, Get Your Work Done and Stop Goofing Off Doing Nothing at Four In The Morning." Pretty neat, huh?

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I don't really have anything to say about this one so I'll just talk about whatever. I mean, who's gonna read this anyway?

My mom cooked fish three days ago, but the kitchen still smells like fish despite copious amounts of Clorox and air freshener.

So yeah. We need better air fresheners.

Also, how about that government, man? Yeah. America and all. Things are happening and yeah. Pretty crazy, amirite? What else? Oh yeah! Miley Cyrus! How about her, huh? Yeah. I mean yeah. Halloween's coming up. What are your plans? Plan on trick-or-treating? Parties? Movie marathons? Turning off all the lights so no one will think you're home and not ask you for candy? I don't have any at the moment. Boy does my neck hurt. So does my back. Carrying a lot of heavy things. And too tired to work out.

Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light? Who let the dogs out? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who let the dogs out? Who? Who? Who? Who? Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again. When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes. Will you join in our crusade, who will be strong and stand with me? Beyond the barricade, is there a world you long to see? Then join in the fight that will give you the right to be free? Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again. When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes. Will you give all you can give so that our banner may advance? Some will fall and some will live? Will you stand up and take your chance? The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of France! Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again. When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes. Ten minute drum solo. Fireworks. The government is brought to tears. I have absolutely no idea what I'm writing, I'm just procrastinating on a report due Monday. Oh I love trash! Anything dirty or dingy or dusty! Anything ragged or rotten or rusty! Yes, I love trash! You gotta put down the duckie. Put down the duckie if you wanna play the saxophone. *20 minute electric triangle interlude* Every time I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray. *rock opera held note while ballet dancers are on fire* I want to be the very best like no one ever was. To catch them is my real test. To train them is my cause. Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? When are you gonna come down? When are you going to land? I've been U-N-C-O-U-P-L-E-D. We've got trouble, right here in River City. We're not gonna pay, we're not gonna pay, last year's rent! She said hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go? Unbelievable sights, indescribable feeling. The sun will come out tomorrow. I just can't wait to be king. *mariachi version of Love Machine* I am a snail who likes to go fast! Zip! Dash! Zoom! It's a blast! Come with me, and we'll be in a world of pure imagination! Gay boats sex scene. Everybody shoved him, I very nearly loved him. The hills are alive with the sound of music. Meeeemoriiiiies. Come on Eileen, oh I swear when I mean at this moment, you mean everything. I could have danced all night. I could have danced all night and still have begged for more. I feel pretty, oh so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and gay. Mama, we all go to hell. Mama we all go to hell. It's really quite pleasant except for the smell. I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss. Someday my prince will come. Crawling in my skin, these wounds, they will not heal. Only you have the power to move me. Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? Booty booty booty booty rockin' errywhere, rockin' errywhere. Some day love will find you. Break those chains that bind you. Winter wrap up, winter wrap up, let's finish our holiday cheer. It's time to try defying gravity. If I had a dollar bill for every time I've been wrong, I'd be a self-made millionaire and you'd still be gone. All I wanna do is stay home and lie down in bad, but it's bad for the body and even worse for the head. You're my girl. I'm your man. I don't care if you live in a garbage can. You and your sweet desire. You took me, ohhhh, higher and higher, baby. Put a banana in your ear. I'm hired. I hope I don't get fired. In forty years I'll be retired. But for now I'm simply hired. Dream a little dream of me. I can't sleep or clean my room since you and I first had our swoony swoon. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, so haul out the holly. Put up the tree before my spirit falls again! Don't be a jerk, it's Christmas. It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Hum-diddle-diddle-diddle-hum-diddle-i. I can't get out of bed today or get you out of my mind. I'm wasting a shitton of time writing this. I want to sleep. Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl. Taking a nap all day long, there's nobody disturbs me but I can't feel the freedom. I'm a carriage with no marriage, I'm a van without a man. Shut your fucking face, unclefucker. And so we put that kid back where she came from, as she helped us to find a better tomorrow todaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy *fireworks* *star-spangled banner* *end*

And so yeah that's the totes original musical number I wrote as part my hit musical "Natalie, Get Your Work Done and Stop Goofing Off Doing Nothing at Four In The Morning." Pretty neat, huh?