eucalyptapimp ever dumbening a simple man, simple with granite. friends with fuckcan and Vooken (not _the_ Vooken from the BooK of AliFbATa, but just a man who read the BooK too much). together they were known as the Michigan FTHree. he spent much of his time at the quail orphanage, knitting broken lives with sitcom drivel. "don't go there" "i heaaard that" "looks like someone's been to the butcher shop" but despite his sunny disposition, eucalyptapimp still couldn't find columbus on a map. and that, gentle reader, would ultimately bring his tragic demise. his time in the granger, indiana chapter of mao's red guard would ultimately bring his tragic demise. you may ask me, 'was it not the map sadness that brought him down?' 'i have no answers,' he would answer, tragically bringing his ultimate demise. incidentally, he was flonto, and how. vein melter on the 8trak nearly saved him. but you already know all of this. because. nothing said has been unsaid--EVER. In Memoriam . 011220 what's it to you? who go blather from