Tales of Sin and Virtue

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	April 9, 1999 \| Tales of Sin and Virtue
	After an arduous couple of weeks spent deep in the heart of software, I have to spend some time not typing. I'll be back to my old online self in the third week of April. While I rest my fingers, I've asked my friend Doug to take over this page and do whatever he wants with it. April 9, 1999 Hi my name is Doug. I'll be your cyber host until Adam gets back from vacation. You know, he never really told me when he was coming back. I hope he's not gone long because I'm not sure I have that much much to say. With that being said let me say this: I'm 35 years old and just last week I lost my last babytooth. No kidding. I feel like I got kind of ripped off since for some odd reason the tooth fairy never showed up after I put the tooth under my pillow that night. So I decided to take my tooth to the bank the next day and find out if she had possibly made a direct deposit. Nope. Hmmmm... I checked with my credit card company. No recent payments. I called my broker: Wal-Mart up a quarter but that was actually a quarter of a point and he was pretty sure the tooth fairy had nothing to do with it. I checked my retirement account at work: everything looked normal but it USUALLY looks normal since i just rip up the statements and throw them away every month. It LOOKS like my money's doing something in that account but i really can't tell if i'm making money, losing money, or paying off some guy named Guido for not breaking my legs. So back to the tooth fairy. I checked with my student loan officer who was very happy to hear from me since I've been pretending to be in a foreign country for the last two years. He suggested I start paying back my loans or a Mr. Guido would be getting in touch with me. I checked the couch cushions. I checked my penny loafers. I waited for Ed McMahon and the Publisher's Clearinghouse Prize Patrol. Nothing. Not a damn thing ANYWHERE! Until... I found out I could spit water like a waterfountain between the gap in my teeth now. Seems to drive women into a sexual frenzy so I guess that's a good thing, huh?
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	April 9, 1999 \| Tales of Sin and Virtue
	After an arduous couple of weeks spent deep in the heart of software, I have to spend some time not typing. I'll be back to my old online self in the third week of April. While I rest my fingers, I've asked my friend Doug to take over this page and do whatever he wants with it. April 9, 1999 Hi my name is Doug. I'll be your cyber host until Adam gets back from vacation. You know, he never really told me when he was coming back. I hope he's not gone long because I'm not sure I have that much much to say. With that being said let me say this: I'm 35 years old and just last week I lost my last babytooth. No kidding. I feel like I got kind of ripped off since for some odd reason the tooth fairy never showed up after I put the tooth under my pillow that night. So I decided to take my tooth to the bank the next day and find out if she had possibly made a direct deposit. Nope. Hmmmm... I checked with my credit card company. No recent payments. I called my broker: Wal-Mart up a quarter but that was actually a quarter of a point and he was pretty sure the tooth fairy had nothing to do with it. I checked my retirement account at work: everything looked normal but it USUALLY looks normal since i just rip up the statements and throw them away every month. It LOOKS like my money's doing something in that account but i really can't tell if i'm making money, losing money, or paying off some guy named Guido for not breaking my legs. So back to the tooth fairy. I checked with my student loan officer who was very happy to hear from me since I've been pretending to be in a foreign country for the last two years. He suggested I start paying back my loans or a Mr. Guido would be getting in touch with me. I checked the couch cushions. I checked my penny loafers. I waited for Ed McMahon and the Publisher's Clearinghouse Prize Patrol. Nothing. Not a damn thing ANYWHERE! Until... I found out I could spit water like a waterfountain between the gap in my teeth now. Seems to drive women into a sexual frenzy so I guess that's a good thing, huh?
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