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February 15, 2006

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Chuck

It's also the most foul-smelling place I've ever been (with the possible exception of one particular gas station bathroom in Ireland and the folks' house after Katrina). The delightful aroma of industrial waste is magnificently overpowered by the unbelievable stench of the eight-block abbatoir that is Farmer John.

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