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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Ralph Macchio is a bamboo flute god.

When i was little i used to sleep over at my grand-parents house quite a bit. And more often then not i'd always ask my grand-mother to put on The Zamfir tape. Not until this minute have i realized that it's probably because of The karate kid. How fucked up is that.

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