03-17-2006, 09:09 AM
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Join Date: Oct 2001
Location: Landlocked in my own prison
Posts: 1,031
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Clearing and burning some brush in the mornings, working both afternoons. This weekend is shot.
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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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