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12/28/2004: "This one time, at band camp..."

... I don't play the flute, or the trumpet. Piano is also a bit challenging. But I digress, significantly. Tubby again darkens the nest with his presence, apparently after running about with a lass whom he just met with (and even wore jeans versus his "given up on life" sweatpants). I don't know the significance of either event, but there's apparently talk of "Duck Boy" in her livejournal (which you won't apparently find 'cuz it's private, I deduced). Yessir, the most salacious gossip is also the most well-hidden. Curses to privacy, indeed! But a welcome diversion from trying to think of a unique name for Frank Productions, since there's been way too much confusion between me and Frank [Oz] Productions. And we can't have that...