04-01-2005, 12:18 PM
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#12
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Registered User
Join Date: Oct 2001
Location: Landlocked in my own prison
Posts: 1,031
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Work tonight and tomorrow night. Drink my face off Sunday. After church of course.
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"Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come."
Matt Groening, Life In Hell
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