03-26-2007, 12:19 PM
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Registered User
Join Date: Oct 2001
Location: Landlocked in my own prison
Posts: 1,031
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It must be nice to be born with a silver printing press, I mean a silver spoon in your mouth.
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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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