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When I found The Death Clock over at fellow dieter, Groovybabe's place, I knew I wanted to try it. It said that I was going to die on November 5, 2004. That's right, I kicked the bucket nearly three years ago. My weight loss isn't the result of hard work, but decay. Yes, I am the undead. It's a shame no one told me before now, or I would have already looked up the Weight Watchers points for brains.

Oh, if any of you know some paramedics, send them my way.

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