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schumner
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paste!
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no one at the hospital will be able to convince you that, defending its territory or not, the alpaca didn't have the whole thing planned in advance.
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011215
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paste!
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Your belief that you are a pawn in a much larger game is untrue. The game is not all that large.
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011219
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paste!
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You will soon be judged by a jury of your peers, although finding 12 equally drunk bus drivers will not be easy.
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020404
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paste!
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Events will soon come to pass which will brand you forever as "the kind of guy who doesn't freak out if you shit in his stove."
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020611
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assistant vice giraffe from delphi
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after the ugly altercation with the radicchio, he left the sternum_factory convinced that he was a bowl of lobster_bisque
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020612
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paste!
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Leo: (July 23—Aug. 22) The wheels of fate have begun the inexorable turning that will one day lead to your bitter divorce from Pittsburgh Steelers wide receiver Plaxico Burress.
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020618
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gato cider
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he's one tall_drink_of_stickum
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020618
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theonion
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Aquarius: (Jan. 20—Feb. 18) You've always believed that anyone can be forgiven, but you'll find it hard to apply to the busload of sailors currently going down on your mom.
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021004
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not paste!
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Scorpio: (Oct. 24—Nov. 21) You like to think you can be relied on to do the right thing in a crisis. Well, enjoy your last few days of believing that, pants-wetting panic bunny.
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021015
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Aquarius: (Jan. 20—Feb. 18) You will receive a formal letter from Johnny Cash stating, in no uncertain terms, that he is very disappointed in you.
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021126
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paste!
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Taurus: (April. 20—May 20) The planet Mercury in your sign means you'll travel soon, but the element mercury in your bloodstream indicates that it will be a trip to the hospital.
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021225
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1984 indeed
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Sagittarius: (Nov. 22—Dec. 21) If your controversial calculations are correct, Eddie was almost 30 when they recorded "Hot For Teacher."
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040208
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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