I am continuing to pass the gas today with the greatest vigor, and my effluvial activity has brought remembrances of you to the brain, wet and pungent. The brain has another brain, a secret brain within the brown. The Braun to Brain.





Well, Ed, it pains me to say this, but the Prozac Ed and the "natural" Ed
were two VERY different people. Prozac Ed was $ure of himself, dressed well
and seemed happier. "Natural" Ed was moody, dirty, and a vicious cunt at
times. Prozac Ed, I'm sure, was the one that made b00gynda-lation with
Gamammagazoobla. I'm surprised you don't remember the mirror. You carried it
around for about a week and kept looking into all the time, repeating
(loudly):
"You are FINE! You are FINE!"

You carried it around for about a week and kept looking into all the time, repeating (loudly):
"You are FINE!
You are
FINE!"

Destiny seemed to conspire with it by providing the ideal environment for great dreams of city, a small Florida town of shuffleboard courts and white-bread space bars; where high-school football games ignited traffic quagmires and the scourge of the local middle school wasn’t drugs but cinnamon toothpicks; a town — whose highest boast was as the setting for a country-fried B-movie featuring a painted-pink water-skiing elephant (named Bubbles) as its main attraction — called Mount Dora.

The story has an ambitious town mayor and cohorts desperate to avoid a by pass leaving them isolated and potentially insolvent. They resort to increasingly preposterous methods to save the day. One involves an elephant - an unwitting symbol of the whole movie project.

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