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< All, Chorus > Sound off ! One two Sound off ! Three four Sound off, one two, three four, THREE FOUR ! Hut, hut, hut Ernie ! Try again!

My girl reads some real hard books. Hard books make her crotch feel good. < All, Chorus > Sound off ! One two Sound off ! Three four

Sound off, one two, three four, THREE FOUR ! Hut, hut, hut

Dr. Farr was spinning new pseudo Gibran verses. Belachnik was trying to pen a Gorki-esque entry, but the chorus thinned as the novelty was wearing and Lois, the children's clinic secretary, wandered in to ask, "Anybody know exactly what's happening?" Several responded, "Happening?, obviously with no insight. Osten provided the obvious, "Like what?" "Well, for one thing, that marvelous Milton never returned from Philly. Kishy said Gwen is a basket case, crying her eyes out about them getting him, whoever them is. Kishy hasn't sen her for days. Ham hasn't either. Larry? Anybody? ... Oh, and it looks like shit is hitting the fan at the clinic. Only thing is, I can't tell whose shit it is and whose fan.... 'ja see Shannon around?" There was confusion over Lois's slough of realities. There were the "They must