07-24-2007, 06:01 PM
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Join Date: Oct 2001
Location: Landlocked in my own prison
Posts: 1,031
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Boy I'd hate to be driving along in my 3/4 ton truck, see him coming up behind me and move out of his way. He'd eat my tailgate!
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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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