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Monday, November 17

Overheard at an upscale grocery store, said by a woman, in her 30's, to a couple of small children (I'm talking 5 year olds here) who were whiny and crying about candy: Inner strength, guys.

What the fuck is that? What does that mean? Or more to the point, what can that possibly mean to a little kid? I wanted to smack the inner strength out of that woman until all she could do was lay on the upscale floor and shake like the stupid PC bitch she is.

Ahhhh.

And this is the kinder, gentler Rynn. Can you imagine?

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