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[sid] => 110851
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => I have a lot of social anxiety, but if no-one is around, I tend to become silly
[time] => 2005-12-03 17:32:50
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[bodytext] => I feel sick... in my beaker of sneakers when to stand when to sit who to tell when to smell who to eat who to greet who to sit on, Tim? it's time to sit on Tim yeah! we hate Tim because we love Tim we love to sit on him but he just runs away Tim loves us too from a safe distance and when we're too ill to play he might come and stay and wear a red nose on his face or on his chin silly Tim! -what a buffoon you may say who, Tim? -yes him but I like Tim! I don't mind his red nose predicament I like to sit on him and pretend to be Herman Munster the famous runner and monster . [comments] => 2 [counter] => 519 [topic] => 7 [informant] => vitamin_joe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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