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Gee TED,
I never gave it a lot of thought that the TRAC Centre was the Divine City, but you might have a valid point. It might be the closest thing we'll ever have. I mean, Maharaji, bless his big heart, just doesn't seem to be opening his pocket book to help fund the retirement villages that we were all promised. Maybe he's waiting for the next real estate crash so he can get a good deal. He, the Master, is like Donald Trump in the realm of making hot deals.
Now, I told you after I checked out and was on my way to the airport that after having to share a room with Joan that I needed some kind of huge discount. Joan was and still is big in the aromatherapy and I'll tell you this, she sure did stink up that room. I think she was eating too many of your deep fried possum livers. And, as if you didn't know, she snores.
So, TED, damnit, send Joan the bill for my stay.
And, TED, I'm going to break out my blue suede Earth Shoes for the birthday bash.
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