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Dude, your auction couldn't be better but it's not without some personal crap connection. Some of you might remember I spent an entended hell around a hospital last year. My sis brought me the same box-o-doom dessert since she knew the place I bunked had a big shared kitchen. I don't know what the expiration date on that box was but it never made it to the oven.
On the first try I escaped my room in the wee hours just to do something positive and decadent for myself. Dessert time! I fired up the oven, greased and floured a pan and had all the necessary implements out only to discover there was no oil. Crap. Clean the pan and put everything away. Somewhere over the next month I bought oil and tried again. This time I think the problem was no milk. I do remember the third try there was milk but it was a nasty curdled gob, which struck me as remarkably similar to my psyche at the time. From then until the end that damned box sat in my cupboard staring back at me. Taunting my vain snack searches. It was truly the demonic torte mix from hell. Same batch?
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There are a vast number of people who are uninformed and heavily propagandized, but fundamentally decent. The propaganda that inundates them is effective when unchallenged, but much of it goes only skin deep. If they can be brought to raise questions and apply their decent instincts and basic intelligence, many people quickly escape the confines of the doctrinal system and are willing to do something to help others who are really suffering and oppressed." -Manufacturing Consent: Noam Chomsky and the Media, p. 195
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