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April 16, 2011

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Man, if you find the De-Stupidying Tea, pass some my way.

I could tell you about my friend who went to pick up his son from soccer practice. The coach often runs late, but when it got to 35 minutes late, my friend headed onto the field to retrieve his son and give the coach a piece of his mind. Half way there, he realized that he didn't recognize any of the players. Not even his son. Because he was at the wrong field.

Feel any better?

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