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So, the other day I was walking down the street. Then I realized it wasn't a street, and that I wasn't walking, it was a river and I was flying. To summarize, though, there was only one place that I wanted to be, and that was home. Now, one might ask where Krovan lays his hat... well that is a complicated story. Here in Texas there is a little known house only known as the House of Fools, and in this house of fools live a Mexican, an Alaskan, a reformed Japanophile, a Stinkmonster and his keeper, and a fat jew lizard. I won't tell you which one Krovan is, you will have to find that out on your own, but what I can tell you is that in this house of fools, anything that happened was worthy of a movie AND teledrama. But instead of those, it got a livejournal, and a poorly maintained one at that. I hereby create this as a chonicle of all that happenes at the corner of hubris and crazy.

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