11-26-93 You hoo! Sloppy Jack, here. I got my gut bag all
bundled up and I’m ready to hop in my Ferrari and hope, just hope I can make it
to the Waste Treatment plant before it’s too late. You see, last night I
flushed something that should never have been flushed down any toilet anywhere.
I had no business drinking that plutonium solution the night before either, but
now it was all water under the bridge so to speak.
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