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There once was a farmer who, rejoicing in his bountiful harvest, decided to give a great feast to which he invited every one of his friends and neighbours. His servants therefore joyously slaughtered the prize animals bred for such an occasion, and they prepared a great feast and set it forth with the finest dishes and silverware that their master possessed. And they brought forth his finest wines from years past, all put aside for some great celebration. And they hired musicians and singers and poets to perform. Soon, all was prepared, and they stood by for the guests to arrive.

But no one came — yada yada yada.

A blog, by and large is the most private public place there is.

You gotta laugh.

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