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Thursday, May 06, 2004

 
23:40: for the past 6 years, i have made an ass of myself because of a ridiculous proposal my brother made, which i foolishly agreed to. we agreed that everytime we hear this song, no matter where we are, we have to stop, pump a fist in the air and stomp a foot throughout the song's chorus. i have stood in bars, clubs, malls, and sat through many, many rides looking out a cab or fx window, doing the fist-pump as subtly as possible, wondering why on earth we ever agreed to do it. my brother's wife said that we should put an end to it and that the only way to break the curse, so to speak, is for the both of us to hear the song at the same place, at the same time.

at 11:25pm, we broke the curse.

THERE IS A GOD!!!

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