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Post by Fewms on Feb 5, 2009 4:00:59 GMT
~Editorial~ Djelibeybi, what about is it that makes me love it? Is it the first rays of the morning sun on me when I'm lying stone drunk in the gutter outside my local pub? Is it the copious amounts of Klatchian coffee I imbibe afterwards, making my bowels looser than a Morporkian seamstress? Is it the dancers at the Fez club or the seedy characters by the harbour? Is it the multitude of priests trying to convert my godless sorry behind at every turn I take? Or is it the fact that they put people like me in charge of editing our national newspaper? No it's none of the above. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope that I can write off my drug use as journalistic equipment! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to spend some time in the lavatory, hoping that my bitch cat hasn't emptied my bathroom liquor cabinet again. -Husam Ad Din Leyan As Soud, Grumpy Editor
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