tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25440223976788419112011-12-03T05:19:16.055-06:00Radomness, Mayhem, and Other Off-Color RemarksLSAnoreply@blogger.comBlogger521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-55706166975877810192011-12-03T05:18:00.001-06:002011-12-03T05:19:16.064-06:00

What more meyhem and off color remarks?  Visit me at COCOATINI.COM Where I'll be talking about life (and nightlife) one shot at a time.

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LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-59258073812489236052010-05-19T17:02:00.000-05:002010-05-19T17:02:21.638-05:00

It's been a while. I need to get back to the mayhem. Now that I will be partially working for the man and partially working for myself, hopefully my mood will improve. I know, I know, I KNOW! If I was a "real" writer, my inclination to produce powerful prose (check, that alliteration, s0n) would not tie itself into my emotions. But, it does. I guess that makes me a fake writer, and strangely, I'm

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-65269345306686538792010-03-01T20:54:00.000-06:002010-03-01T20:54:08.251-06:00

...and I'm sensitive about my shhhhiiiiiizzzz...Yes, I took this. I know. It's so overwhelmingly striking that it resembles a poster. I'm about to host my own showing at an art gallery.Then, I can act all-too-important and proud about my mediocre "works."

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-1824208111916235252010-02-10T01:31:00.005-06:002010-02-10T01:48:35.670-06:00

Since NBA All Star in Dallas is this weekend, I've decided to revisit hoodrattedness. I'm slipping! If I'm gonna land a baller, I've gotta start craving bread and welcome a parched throat. That way I'll have enough belly room for all the water I'm gonna need to cure cotton mouth. First, I need to step my swag up. I'm looking very Plane Jane. The look is too studious; I'm slipping. I'm in dire

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-42527558798819511112010-02-03T00:56:00.004-06:002010-02-10T01:45:21.484-06:00

So, I met this guy when I was 26 years old. And what I loved most, he had so much soul.... This guy was great. My dream. Tall and brown. One great sense of humor. Check Two degrees. Check. Three Piece suit and impeccable taste. Check. Four vehicles: two cars, a motorcycle and a boat. Check. Five star restaurants and vacation spots. Check. Over six feet tall. Check. And, he was fine. Not no

LSAnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-8785152027092755772010-01-18T15:48:00.000-06:002010-01-18T15:48:10.062-06:00

I skimmed through the cutest DIY book called PhotoJojo: Insanely Great Photo Projects and DIY Ideas by Amit Gupta & Kelly Jensen. I've decided that I'm going to try to take a picture everyday for a month. There, I said it. Now, I have to stick to it! Thinking I might use Tumblr for this...hmmm. Oh, and you can get PhotoJojo's newsletter here.

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-83775702232836618462010-01-18T00:35:00.003-06:002011-11-09T06:25:37.094-06:00

Kids, I need to take a shower. The lack of full-time job has compromised my hygene. I've got to get back on a regular schedule. I admit this because there's no sense in walking around with wavy smell lines and clouds of dust (think: Pig-Pen) radiating from my hair, underarms and lady parts. It's shameful. It's rude. It's soo not cute. Wearing the same outfit for three and a half days is

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-37011688253552923482009-12-13T23:38:00.001-06:002009-12-13T23:38:44.189-06:00

Tsk, tsk, tsk at the Food Network for showing content not suitable for minors. What's up with the culinary porn? Yeah, I said it. And, I'm talking to you, Giada. Anyone who's watched Giada De Laurentiis on her show Everyday Italian knows what I'm getting at. The soft, seductive vocals; sultry background muzak; unrealisticly full mounds, neat bushels, and sizeable carrots; and of course: the

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-27055223611381520722009-12-11T06:34:00.001-06:002009-12-11T06:34:33.612-06:00

How about killing them off by buying them a Zhu Zhu Pet Hamster? or killing yourself off by listening to the theme song on their website? If you've watched the news this past week, there were reports the toy hamsters contained chemicals that could harm children. There was a media frenzy about how scary and hateful these toys were, until the FDA and the manufacturer stepped in. Though it was

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-54159276191573715972009-11-24T03:04:00.000-06:002009-11-24T03:04:50.624-06:00

I've now become my very own YOUTUBE CELEBRITY. Oh yes, I'm live & in color. Don't be mad when I become the next B. Scott, complete with dance sequences, love muffins and all! Go watch me speak on the joys of unemployment and other "Why has Thou forsaken meeeee?" moments: Krish1922's Channel

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-86727482882447472122009-11-24T02:34:00.000-06:002009-11-24T02:34:37.153-06:00

DJ Shad & B. Hardy - SHUTUUUP! the Mixtape Download here: http://tinyurl.com/shutuptape It's pretty great; kinda like like Tony the Tiger. Especially when y'all know I'm a harsh critic of rappers' vocabularies.

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-66132993485739158222009-10-24T18:27:00.001-05:002009-10-24T18:28:45.069-05:00

I'm thinkin' 'bout talmbout moving this blog to Tumblr. What do y'all think?

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-80391833299852720582009-10-20T15:28:00.001-05:002009-10-20T15:30:40.705-05:00

"A revolutionary woman can't have no reactionary man. If he's not about liberation, if he's not about struggle, if he ain't about building a strong Black family, if he ain't about building a strong Black nation, then he ain't about nothing." -- Assata Shakur

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-78769849871839619932009-10-15T18:13:00.003-05:002009-10-15T18:22:03.344-05:00

Via: Crunk & Disorderly

LSAnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-13280148256240051382009-10-08T01:44:00.003-05:002009-10-08T01:47:25.637-05:00

Y'all know this is my song! If only I could get this put on the Cobalt! Bless Rubb Bubb & Lil' Sis' hearts.Dead @ 1:36 mark & beyond.AND they ran the stopsign...I'm done.

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-59581797799166426592009-10-08T01:35:00.003-05:002009-10-08T01:38:06.165-05:00

This is an image I made for my other site [Glossy | Game] for all things black this fall.Loving it.

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-68941364110488113902009-10-05T23:14:00.004-05:002009-10-05T23:20:40.004-05:00

Jockin' my fresh -- jockin', jockin' my FRESH.My take on the pseudo, watered-down Afro Punk movement among teens I affectionately call "Colorful Fashions."I always get compliments on my creative adventures as they pertain to beauty and fashion.On what do people compliment you most?

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-20640915596522624872009-09-22T01:12:00.001-05:002009-09-22T01:14:28.688-05:00

I posted this as my Facebook status yesterday and I will post it again here. Because I want to be CLEAR:"From Sept to Sept, I've been burdened, scared, devastated, dead, unstable, angry, disappointed, confused. I confronted the devil & won, yet still learning to trust God again. I've felt a lonliness you can't imagine, yet have never been so proud & full of promise. I've failed; crashed and

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-81335123824237705732009-09-19T23:58:00.007-05:002009-09-20T00:27:52.256-05:00

I'm finding myself back in retail...after I said I'd never go back. Not that I've gone back out of love, but out of necessity. However, that is neither here nor there...and my retail woes aren't the point of this post. Well, I take that back; they are the point of this post. Here are my TOP FOUR joys of retail services as they pertain to meeting & greeting; "hi, how are you" if you will:Answering

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-41345650307252395382009-09-15T23:02:00.003-05:002009-09-15T23:14:37.934-05:00

I want my 15 minutes of fame, dang it! Why enroll in acting classes, learning to smile with my eyes, when I can become an insta-celeb; a reality star of sorts?Hello YouTube! I'm thinking of starting my own channel. I'm already addicted, why not contribute to the monster? I've got a trusty formerly white MacBook and a lot on my mind. I can be the next LonleyGirl15, only in poor, back-lit bathroom

LSAnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-29537278434004574442009-09-14T03:32:00.004-05:002009-09-14T03:37:36.691-05:00

This fool was jammin' back in '9os! These kid's and their colorful fashions ain't got nothing on Bobby's gumby! And, check out the pelvic roll in the intro...CLASSIC! I'm starting a petition for Chris Brown to remake this!! I said it once, and I'll say it again! Chris Brown, forget about Brittany Spears, do a remake!

LSAnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-87851273328110624042009-09-09T22:20:00.003-05:002009-09-09T22:24:32.256-05:00

I moved to Dallas in January, only to move back home in September after losing my job before the three month mark. The number one thing I learned was:Wait ninety-ONE days before you brang yo' sh*t to another state!!!(See the post below)Just wanted to pass on that little pearl of wisdom, chil'ren! Now, let me go get ready to snap for the kids!

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-51666307510835633802009-08-30T14:33:00.003-05:002009-08-30T14:43:27.217-05:00

...or as I like to say girl, free-sprited! This is what my apartment looks like! Oh, the horrors of moving! I hate moving. I want to bless someone else...*cough, cough* get rid of *cough, cough* with my love seat, book cases, pots & pans, and other hand-me-down furniture wonders of the 80s and 90s. It's not that I think I'm too good for this stuff. I just don't want the baggage! If it don't fit

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-60382117725783110622009-08-29T19:15:00.004-05:002009-08-29T19:41:00.313-05:00

Y'all know I am obsessed with YouTube. It's to the point where YouTube is getting all Mariah on me, trying to front me out like, "Girl, why u so obsessed wit me?!" I was wailing that chorus. Yes I was, girl; yes I was. Don't judge me. ...ANYWAY...You know what, I like this girl's style. Random, scatterbrained, chatty & she drops pearl of wisdom every time. I love it! Go watch SugarFree TV, fool.

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-89196755586898495332009-07-26T12:59:00.003-05:002009-07-26T13:37:42.131-05:00

That is in my Cher from Clueless voice, just to let you know!Isn't it funny when you say sorry to someone and they're saying sorry back to you, but the two of you are sincerely apologizing for two different reasons? I digress, however, and I know this sounds confusing; let me give an example.Picture a new couple on a dinner date at home. Boyfriend and Girlfriend are sitting having a great evening

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-51475289761303109402009-07-19T17:42:00.007-05:002009-07-19T18:36:39.420-05:00

Throughout my life I've been, for the most part, a nice young lady. There are times, however, when I long to live up to my age group and ethnicity and be a hoodrat.Exhibiting Grade A Hoodrat behavior has its perks: free Wet n' Wild as a result of starting an argument with the girl at CVS, plenty of fast food to eat from my homegirl's Chic-Fil-A job, looking good with long hair don't care of the

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-56101477197456790172009-04-19T17:53:00.005-05:002009-04-19T18:03:42.113-05:00

I swear, some days I feel like I live in Canada. I relocated to DFW area, and I'm temporarily setting up shop in Plano. Why does it take me 20 mins to get to far north Dallas? No, that's not a rhetorical questions. I don't know; you tell me. That's why I asked. It takes me like 35-40 mins just to go do hoodrat stuff with my friends. That's a no go for me, as I need my hoodrattedness to be close

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-10929195835922232532009-04-15T23:11:00.007-05:002009-04-15T23:30:07.830-05:00

Oh, the joys of Twitter. And in honor of such a wonderful microblogging institution, I will bow in reverence and twitterize this post!Twtr's so great. I luv that I can fllw celebs & c thr tweets + talk 2 my real life ppl. Twtr hlped me use mac's "smmrze txt" option n txt edt. Okay, enough of that. I feel like I'm 14 years old. Let me tell you what I REALLY think of Twitter. It's an addictive

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-58873992616046903272009-04-08T16:40:00.005-05:002009-04-08T16:49:38.737-05:00

I thought the freedom of not having a job would be fun. It's not. I am getting desperate, panicky, and thinking about tricking myself out at Bone Daddy's or Twin Peaks. I haven't slept in weeks and I get irritated when my gainfully employed pals can't join me for a walk around the mall at 1:30 in the afternoon or for a late lunch at 2:15. Or, better yet, when they can't stay up past 10:45p.m.

LSAnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-1595975034630471372009-03-26T14:46:00.007-05:002011-11-09T06:18:37.626-06:00

Elvita is a very nice woman. She, my coochie & I have a special relationship. It's because she was kind, caring at a time when I was spread eagle on her table. But that was the end of her sweet spirit. That lady pasted, rubbed and ripped like there was no tomorrow, and in her broken English, told me that I was to blame for my pain & suffering! Shame on her! Okay, so maybe some of my coochie

LSAnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-77292338652624176642009-03-26T14:44:00.001-05:002009-03-26T14:45:58.894-05:00

I'm gonna stop being lazy! I'm 'bout to get BALLLLSSSSS DEEEEEEP up in this blog!

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-37400172418480525832009-03-05T00:49:00.007-06:002011-11-09T06:16:13.363-06:00

I swear, I need to stop wearing cheap shoes. And I'm not being snobby when I say cheap, I mean cheap like, $6.99-unboxed-held-together-with-a-ziptie-on-sale-at-the-juniors'-store cheap. I was trying to be 'Girl U So Cute' in a casual dining restaurant in my fashion frugal teal high heels. Walking from my booth to the bathroom wasn't a problem; I even got a little swagger in my step on the way

LSAnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-35087288984694252632009-02-26T23:10:00.005-06:002011-11-09T06:10:32.117-06:00

Photo by PatriotPro "ONE MO' 'GIN...HEAD DOWN!!" Don't act like you don't know the rest. I had the luxury and excitement of attending a Stripperobics class and do hoodrat stuff with my friends this past weekend. Our instructor was awesome and I was ready to do some damage on the pole. What I ended up with, however, was some damage on the pole. I was so pumped about this class. I was ready to

LSAnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-40026010588490084602009-02-05T17:10:00.005-06:002009-02-05T17:52:16.012-06:00

For some reason, Christians and heathens alike want to know how Jesus Christ looked. Was he white, black, or God-forbid, for some people, middle-eastern? Was he chubby, skinny, or beefy? Was he black like Wesley Snipes? Well, I think I’ve got a pretty good description for you of how Christ's swagger might have been all those years ago. And I gather he closely resembled motivator to the chunky,

LSAnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-82435796492447975072009-02-02T15:31:00.005-06:002009-04-08T16:50:25.860-05:00

Though the leggings trend is on its way out, my vision still being wronged on a daily basis. There are so many fashion offenders and victims that fall by the wayside as a result of this fad that I often ask the Lord, "Why has thou forsaken me!?! What did I do wrong to deserve having this nylon-spandex atrocity dance before my eyes?"Don't get me wrong. There are times that leggings as spandex

LSAnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-68448153263938993822009-01-26T17:56:00.007-06:002011-11-09T06:05:29.908-06:00

I am so TIRED of seeing guys in striped polo shirts. Do the make any other style other than horizontal stripes? You know what: it doesn't matter because I detest them all. I don't understand the mass appeal of these garments. It's like bees to honey, mice to cheese, flies to a picnic. Is there some unwritten clause in the Black Guy Code of Ethics under the Grooming tab that instructs all

LSAnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-522125064256709712009-01-26T17:46:00.004-06:002011-11-09T06:04:14.124-06:00

MACKIN' 101 Fellas, are you lonely? Not getting any play? Tired of stuck up chicks giving you the eye roll/"I-know-he-ain't-talking-to-me" combination at the let-out of the club? Well, here's the solution you've been waiting for: Mackin' 101! Meet Krish, an expert in the field. After countless nights outside of parties and clubs, she has experienced it all: the "Pssts, hey shawtys," the

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-65871360272502680632009-01-21T21:26:00.003-06:002009-01-21T21:28:30.071-06:00

I don't want kids. So don't judge me when I don't want to hold hands, bond with, or look after your germ infested, ill-mannered, temper tantrum throwing little beasts you call Junior, Timmy, Sally or Bobby.That is all.

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-29710835785308702392009-01-19T00:52:00.006-06:002009-01-19T01:28:00.774-06:00

People do the darndest things after they've taken a few (or twenty) swigs of an adult beverage. I was at a wack-as-hell new year's eve party, but was fortunate enough, in my bored and unimpressed state, to get pushed by THE drunkest girl in the party. This girl made sure she was the life of the party. She cleared a spot on the dance floor via flailing her arms like a frazzled soccer mom and gave

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-35114219693294072072009-01-19T00:38:00.002-06:002009-01-19T00:40:49.494-06:00

Oh, kids, I'm back. I've been on a hiatus and the reason why is none of yo biz! But, I will be posting [semi] regularly again, so you can taste and see that the Lord is good!

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-17754647087862048462008-09-20T23:42:00.003-05:002011-11-09T06:00:22.934-06:00

My car needs fixing. Again. Trips to the mechanic and hookups to the diagnostic machine are nothing new for me and Emerald (my car's name). But this time, Emerald has outdone herself. Every time I stop at a stoplight, stop sign, or even hesitate on the brakes for a moment too long, she whimpers, chokes, and dies on me. Once on the street when I was trying to make a left hand turn across two

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-34128679299631134952008-08-18T22:38:00.003-05:002008-08-18T22:47:43.557-05:00

I'm not in a humorous mood lately. You know why? I'll tell you why. My finances are squeezing me tighter than a pair of skinny jeans around Omarion's nuts.Money is evil!!

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-66138250478858342342008-08-13T00:23:00.003-05:002008-08-13T00:24:44.528-05:00

The heat decides NOT to swelter when I get the air conditioner in my car fixed.Wasting my dang money! If I had known this, I coulda let it ride out 'til fall...smh

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-3951090635486665212008-08-10T23:31:00.006-05:002011-11-09T05:55:39.995-06:00

Sadly, writing entertaining and random blog posts isn't my full-time job. I spend my time at an establishment that could be described as a 'fine retailer.' No, it isn't Walgreen's or CVS, if you wanted to know. At work I do a lot of things that result in KSAs that could easily be transferred into the gleaming resume of a professional sanitary and neatness technician. I swipe mirrors and

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-85165488247648968882008-07-31T00:56:00.003-05:002008-07-31T01:06:28.239-05:00

I go out to enjoy myself and enjoy the nightlife. But every now and then I find a gem to precious to pass up. Watch the man on stage in the black and white shirt. He is giving off pure FEVER. This fat, sweaty white guy is throwing more signs than a Crip hanging out the passenger side window of a cerulean '82 Cutlass Supreme! Watch and be made whole my children.

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-48932135061625126032008-07-29T22:23:00.007-05:002011-11-09T05:51:25.028-06:00

I think that ugly people shouldn't wear earth tones. If you are indeed an ugly person seeking advice, listen to me and listen to me good: DO NOT WEAR BROWN, OLIVE, KHAKI, OR BURNT SIENNA NEAR YOUR FACE! This only makes your skin look drab, brings out the dark circles you already have under your eyes, and makes your teeth look dingy. I know fall is approaching and natural looking colors of

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-18561084173556364882008-07-29T22:05:00.004-05:002008-07-29T22:21:14.053-05:00

It is so hot I wanna slap somebody. This sweltering heat is ungodly. There is no reason for me to walk out of my house and have my mouth go dry. I shouldn't have to wait 20 minutes for the air in my car to start cooling off because it's 107 degrees and rising.I thought about going to the pool to cool off, to feel the water swirl around me and engulf me in coolness as engage in a lazy backstroke..

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-76037703654521101552008-07-22T20:30:00.003-05:002008-07-22T20:46:21.832-05:00

I've had some interesting jobs in my almost 10 years of being a part of the American workforce. Let's just say I'm not afraid to make a change. Here's a run-down of some of the tricks I've turned for money:WaitressPizza delivery operatorReal estate flier designerPhone survey operator (very close to telemarketing)Temporary cashierRetail sales associateAssistant to the administrative assistant at a

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-66712281699329381602008-07-21T00:05:00.005-05:002008-07-21T00:31:04.839-05:00

I enjoy seeing the miracle of plastic fantastic. It's something about the way skin looks so shiny and taut after a procedure that just gives me a jolt of energy. I love how breast tissue stretches to accommodate a cantaloupe-sized saline bubble.Middle-aged women are the most susceptible to the wonders of augmentation, lifts and tucks. They don't care if the world is afire as a result of global

LSAnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544022397678841911.post-59929058258170217662008-07-10T16:33:00.008-05:002011-11-09T05:45:05.326-06:00

Photo by Mattox I've been to the bathroom twice in 30 minutes. I know you don't care to know the intricacies of my bladder impulses, but this is excessive. I'll admit it: I am the shameful owner of an overactive bladder. I can't even have a beer, much less water, with my friends before my bladder starts pressing on the front of my abdomen. I can't concentrate on the valuable things my

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This is the place where mischief resides.Compliments of my devil's playground of a mind.

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