unterkayness yet slumbers, yawns, turns over in bed, and talks in its sleep:
hmmm, it's the fourth . . . go visit the spirit of 17.76 and this bicentennial minute is brought to you by
yeah, yeah, over at uberkayness
and no fireworks, but plenty of lighter fluid and paper
sure, you're welcome
um, turn out the light
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