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valis
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hell no. no caps. i run a very socialist ship here, and i would hate for any of my letters to get the false impression that they were unduly important.
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paste!
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HOARSE OF COURSE NOT.
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ClairE
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for sale.
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god
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i met the pope once. i called him "cappy" cuz of the hat. he stopped in to buy some laxative.
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interesting, you went somewhere with her, just the two of you, and your girlfriend happens to be out of town? how fortunte she's not around to hinder your social life. how fortunate that i'm making it my new_years_resolution to stay out of your love life. caps game. i'm sick.
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evah playin the dozens YO
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Yo mama's so stupid, she spent twenty minutes lookin' at an orange juice box because it said "concentrate". Yo mama's teeth are so crooked, when she smiles her mouth looks like its throwin' up gang signs. Yo mama's so ugly, she looks like her face caught on fire and they put it out with a fork. [from pimpdaddy.com]
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ever dumbening
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there's a cafe in S.F. called white_caps, which lead to picturing scenes like: [snootie accent] You are so poor that you are only able to afford one nanny. You are so unimaginative that you named your son John, rather than Conner, or Austin, or even Xander. Your portfolio is totally not diversified.
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what's it to you?
who
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