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"Let me tell you a little about the insides of my stomach. Recently I took a trip to the Southern United States - for the record, \"Florida\" is not in the south any more than \"Cuba\" is in the south - and I&amp;apos;m pretty sure they tried to poison me. WITH DELICIOUSNESS. \"Poisoning via deliciousness\" is an especially cruel and sneaky way of killing someone. Apparently word got around that I make fun of hillbillies...  a lot...  and while these Southern people acted very nice to my face, their sole intent was obviously to shovel delicious poison down my gullet until I collapsed under the weight of my own duodenum - with a small stream of gravy trickling from my anus.\nAnyway! Luckily for you, those goddamn hillbillies didn&amp;apos;t kill me with their never ending plates of barbeque ribs, banana pudding, red beans and rice, fried chicken, hush puppies, baked beans, potato salad, mac &amp;apos;n&amp;apos; cheese, cornbread, fried pickles, mashed potatoes and the accompanying boats of \"trickling\" gravy. But it was close. On the day I left the south, my blood pressure reading was 199 over 110 - which most medical practitioners recognize as \"legally dead.\" What those hillbillies didn&amp;apos;t know is that I always carry a portable enema kit/water cannon for just such an occasion. Two blasts later and BOOYAH! There&amp;apos;s not a speck of fried chicken or pecan pie left in my colon, and I&amp;apos;m back to making off-color remarks about hillbillies, their kissin&amp;apos; cousins, and other various barnyard lovers."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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