I'm not in anyway affliated with blah blah blah, you know the rest. I probably should have completed that sentence, but I'm too bored and/or tired to do so. Maybe I'm too drunk; truthfully I don't remember. Hey bitch, don't even think about it! All this shit is © 1997/1998/1999
to the great and powerful Annie. (Unless someone else owns it, of
course.) Don't steal my writing; it would seriously piss me off and you
don't want that, trust me.
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This site isn't for the faint of heart. If you are a kid, you probably shouldn't read this stuff, but what the hell do I care if you do? Also, if your maturity level hasn't quite reached the point that most would consider to be "not retarded," you probably shouldn't be here either. In other words, my site is rated TV-MA. It contains strong (I can't emphasize that enough) language, mature adult themes (read: stuff about sex and violence), and lots of swooning over cast members.
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