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Dear Hoomans-
I am puzzled by your recent interest in my admission to the spirit world.
Mostly, I spend my time snuffling beneath moist, rotting logs for bugs to
eat. Occasionally I venture into the suburbs to gnaw great, gaping holes
in the bulging sides of Hefty bags.
I am happy here, and have everything I could want. I do not dwell on the
past. Life is but a walking shadow. A poor player that struts and frets
his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by
an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Worse, you could
get squashed by a mini van.
Please do not trouble yourselves on my account with these fruitless
metaphysical discussions on the FML.
The Skunk
[Posted in FML issue 4096]
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