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Ol' Alvin has been burning up the keyboard recently, emailing me the most inane, ridiculous, irrational, mindless emails that I've ever seen. I worry about you, Alvin, ol' buddy! You're slipping. Slipping badly. You're gonna stroke out pretty soon and, while the world will be a better place without you in it, I still wouldn't wish that on you.
You're low rent trash, but stroking out? Nope.
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