Well, it's Groundhog day, again; and that must mean we are all headed down to Gobblers Nob, but what with all this news about oral sex causing throat and mouth cancer, we should all just take a breath and think twice. Well, on second thought, maybe not. The weather is fine out here in Berkeley California, and the Goose Wrangler is terribly sorry about not writing you for so long. It's been strange times in the mad life of my favorite lunatic. So, please forgive us, the Lord and I, for not being more proactive about posting our drivel. We'll try to do better from now on, and we'll expect the same from you. You and the Lord that is. I'd like to hear more about your idea of It anyway. I've stopped trying to figure it out. Is it the Magic Chicken, or the Queen of Soup, the Emptiness at the bottom of the beginning, at the center of the center of the center of the Atom, the nothing at the basis of the Higgs Boson? I certainly can't be sure, so I'd appreciate your input. We are back on the wagon train after rigorous prayers and madness in my lungs, gullet, and nasal passages. We came in for landing on 01/11/11, as promised, and the landing was actually rather soft,and for our blogs name, apropos, to be sure. So here we are again, sober, writing to you dear reader, whoever you are, wherever you are, whenever you are. We love you. I love you. I thank you for my life, dear Mother, dear Father, Great Creator, the Is ever after. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Aloha. Good night.
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