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As happy as Larry
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The end of the universe wasn't much fun really, but after the initial unpleasantness with the being ripped into infinitesimal shreds bit, it all got sorted out and everyone went away happy. Isn't that is the way with these things. You start off with good intentions, with your heart in the right place, with your old Joy de la vie and sure isn't Joy a fine strapping lass although her parents did give her a bit of an odd name. Well it all comes from being American I suppose. Sure there you are singing away to yourself as happy as Larry. You begin at the beginning, you're enjoying life, and before you know it you are at the end. Now everyone knows you have to have a middle but somehow it is always condensed into a interlude. And sure isn't Larry a bit of a strange lad. It all comes from those funny coloured anti-depressants he has to take I guess. They make him a bit drowsy. Not that I regret anything you understand but life moves so quickly when you're getting old. Before you know it you are redundant. Not needed. Thrown on the proverbial rubbish heap left to rot and decay until you create an almighty stench powerful enough to knock the flies out of the sky at 30 meters and some poor soul has to come along then and clean up the mess you made. Well sure isn't life like that. One big steaming pile of rotting flesh.
We're sorry for the turn this article took. The author will be given some
funny-coloured anti-depressants.
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