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December 28th, 2004
Chair and I were laying around watching “Pee Wee’s Playhouse” when all of a sudden the room smelled like a perm. We both looked at each other, and then looked at Oso. He was sitting right underneath the reading lamp and his hair was smoking.
He singed it right off! Now he has a patch of hard, burnt hair.
Silly Mr. Loso. He didn’t even seem to notice or care.
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