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Back in the day I used to have a gang, and it was all about saying NO! and being a nuisance. I mean, it’s still kind of going on, but in a more spiritual sort of way (I say NO! to cheap tequila and bodily odors).

Anyway, I was deleting everything from my old email account and I ran across an official acceptance letter I had written. Some dude or lady dude had filled out the specialized application, but I never figured out who he/she was. There were a few other ghost people like that, but every gang needs secret members so it was all good.

Dear Sir and/or Madam,

Thank you for your application, and appy polly loggies for the belatedness of this response. However, we almost threw your application out for reasons of profanity. Women would have fainted if their eyes had peeped your shit in reference to the great William Smith and his cohort Jazzy Jeffrey:
“Do you realized how much more worthy someone is if they DONT know this shit?”
However, the women were all in the kitchen making sandwiches, so you are saved. The defiance of the words of William Smith was most foul indeed, but your knowledge of the Wild Wild West, Wicky Wicky Wild Wild West, circa the Will2k era, was most profound. Thus it is with great pretension that you are offered the title of Honourary Master of Fat Chicks, pun intended.

Now sally along and stay off lawns and so forth,
Swanky D +/- the NO! gang
To the ghost: you better have been mastering those bacons or I’m going to be sorely disappointed in you. Same goes to you other ghosts. However, mad props to like the two official members from back in the day who partnered in crime. If we had a motto I would tell you to remember it. Otherwise, keep the spirit alive and buy cigarettes for children.

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