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[dragonlady7]

"Our Father, who art on Wall St., hallowed be thy butt... Forgive us our goofs, as we rob from each other... Thou maketh me to sell dope to small children... Thy destruction and thy power, they comfort me... My Cadillac and my pinky ring, they restore me to thee... And yay, though I walk through the valley in the shadow of poverty, I must feel their envy... For I am high, loaded, and all those other goodies... They go on with the Good God Big Buck."

http://www.birdhouse.org/words/scot/pfunk.html