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My pal Julie O was interviewed, and the interview was apparently translated into some "foreign tongue" and then auto-translated back into something which-- from a certain angle -- resembles English.

I think...

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The inter-webs are a strange place, where every word and scrap of info circles the world twice, pulls over in Slobovia for coffee and directions, then washes back ashore 18 months later in Nebraska wedged in the butt-crack of a wax statue of Claude Akins.

See the car wreck in its entirety here.

Congrats, Julie!

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