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I had a vision last night as I was falling asleep. In it, our washing machine shook so violently, it exploded, sending a tight wad of wet laundry into the stratosphere. Up through the roof, it shot into the heavens, a cannon ball of filthy clothes and dirty dog blankets. Somehow, it was propelled through the night sky and landed thousands of miles away in Washington DC, crashing through the roof of the White House as its resident in chief, George W. Bush, was entertaining the Canadian Prime Minister at a state dinner. When the wad of wet, dirty laundry hit the Resident in the back of the head, a projectile of nearly eaten potato salad flew out of his mouth, and hit the Canadian chief of state square in the face, reminding all who had seen it of his father's faux pas at a Japanese state dinner years before. When I told Psychic Chuck about this horrifying sight, he said somewhat despondently, "And it will be just our luck, that the secret service will pull a soggy Aquila Ink business card out of the wad of clothes, and go to our website. When they see your article, Kenneth Starr Grabbed My Breast on the Astral Plane, it won't take them long to find out where we live and we'll be taken away in chains, like Susan McDougal."


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	Psychic Vera's Secret Diary April 09 I had a vision last night as I was falling asleep. In it, our washing machine shook so violently, it exploded, sending a tight wad of wet laundry into the stratosphere. Up through the roof, it shot into the heavens, a cannon ball of filthy clothes and dirty dog blankets. Somehow, it was propelled through the night sky and landed thousands of miles away in Washington DC, crashing through the roof of the White House as its resident in chief, George W. Bush, was entertaining the Canadian Prime Minister at a state dinner. When the wad of wet, dirty laundry hit the Resident in the back of the head, a projectile of nearly eaten potato salad flew out of his mouth, and hit the Canadian chief of state square in the face, reminding all who had seen it of his father's faux pas at a Japanese state dinner years before. When I told Psychic Chuck about this horrifying sight, he said somewhat despondently, "And it will be just our luck, that the secret service will pull a soggy Aquila Ink business card out of the wad of clothes, and go to our website. When they see your article, Kenneth Starr Grabbed My Breast on the Astral Plane, it won't take them long to find out where we live and we'll be taken away in chains, like Susan McDougal."
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