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IT'S IN YOUR PIPE AT THAT TIME
Nothing says prosperous admirable person quite as well as golf, so I'm not at all surprised that several of the old fellows with whom I ...
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I'm happy for you! Did you win? What position were you elected to?
Visit Renegade's BS
Hee hee hee.
"Gentlemen, you may smoke!"
As said at the tobacco store yesterday evening when we saw that prop 86 went down in flames.
Oh, and we got the house back. Still a few squatters left, but it's something up with which we'll we'll have to put.
Een hartelijk mazeltof!
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