Monday, Sept. 25, 2006 8:02 P.M.
Going on a Safari Great White Hunter
I am going on Safari. I am armed with the weapons. I know my prey. I am on a mission. Here is the prey  Here is my weapon. 
There is no stopping me. I will hunt the little bastard, track it, and capture it. It will then be sent to a laboratory (pronounced la boor a tory) and be autopsied. At this point, I will be given the structural makeup of the beast and can, by process of the elimination of items from my diet, keep other little bastards from forming. That�s the plan. Of course this safari will not take place until yet another attack of the beast, as this one has surly escaped by now and is swimming with the fishes in the ocean. I will get the next one, though. Just see if I don�t. I shall lie in wait. It may not be next week. It may not be next month. But I shall be ready. I shall skewer it and mount it on my wall. Ya, just wait and see. And before any of you try to mention how gross this entry is, might I remind you of all the entries of poop and vomit and other bodily functions that appear on diaries daily. So put up with it. Besides, it will look good on my wall.  Later,
Cosmic
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