About: Avenge my death

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I must tell you something. Quick, before it's too late. Come closer... closer, boy... closer still... don't be shy... closer. Sheesh, not that close! Christ! I said I had to tell you something, not "I want to French kiss your ear". When was the last time you cleaned your ears, boy! There's enough wax in there to light Hugh Hefner's birthday cake. Ear canal? More like ear Great lake!

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rdfs:label	Avenge my death
rdfs:comment	I must tell you something. Quick, before it's too late. Come closer... closer, boy... closer still... don't be shy... closer. Sheesh, not that close! Christ! I said I had to tell you something, not "I want to French kiss your ear". When was the last time you cleaned your ears, boy! There's enough wax in there to light Hugh Hefner's birthday cake. Ear canal? More like ear Great lake!
dcterms:subject	PLS Entry June 2012 Family Death
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Revision	5566599(xsd:integer)
Date	2012-08-25(xsd:date)
abstract	I must tell you something. Quick, before it's too late. Come closer... closer, boy... closer still... don't be shy... closer. Sheesh, not that close! Christ! I said I had to tell you something, not "I want to French kiss your ear". When was the last time you cleaned your ears, boy! There's enough wax in there to light Hugh Hefner's birthday cake. Ear canal? More like ear Great lake! That's better. Are you listening, boy? This is very important. Yes, I suppose it is one of those little father-son talks. What do you mean "not another one"? No this isn't about the birds and the bees. Sheesh! Will you let that drop; it was one time. Okay, okay, three times, and I guess it was inappropriate of me to barge in on your wedding night. But as your father I have to make sure you know these things. Better late than never, that's what I always say. Anyway, just be thankful you didn't learn about it the same way I did. I tell you, I've never been able to look at a horse the same way since... or your aunt Susan. I've bought it. I've popped my clogs. I've become an ex-parrot. What do you mean "talk sense"? I'm dying, boy! If you aren't entitled to a bit of lyricism on your death bed then when are you? Please, son, grant me my dying wish; avenge my death.

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