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2008/08/17

S.B.J.


My mother recently visited Santa Barbara. There was going on this "Fiesta" thing. It has been described as:

Rich white men,
Dressed as brown men,
Dancing on the graves of red men.

She brought me back this important religious relic that epitomizes the event. I now pray to it nightly but nothing has happened yet.
Posted by They call me Brett at 6:18 PM

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