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tennis star of the 70s Now, for comparison's sake you've got your chicken of the sea and you've got your old time religion. But right now, i ain't really here to say nothin' 'bout neither.

I'm just going to percolate violently down these rocks and see if i can dance the mazurka into that coffee cup down on the shoals over there (you know the one, that three handed mug with the Team Hampi logo on it - who knew?)

They asked me up in the grand Hotel_d'_Parsnip if i did windows and i laughed and answered with an emphatic "Boort!" which drew a lot of knowing chuckles and a couple of chainsaws hucked my way - the grand conspiracy was that they expected all of this and had their retort ready and chilling in the permafrost_goat_cozy for me to come along.

well who expected i would be the monkey_on_the_hotplate when these ham_salad_prophecies started rolling?

i tell you, it's just grat
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pontifier I agree. If it sparkles, I may look at it many many times. I'm like that. If I look at it too many times, (I haven't put a number on too many yet) a look of annoyance, and an audible 'ugh' might be heard. Then it no longer sparkles, because sparkle is too nice of a word for somethings so damn annoying. 021230
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