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And neener neener neener.
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FOG CAUSES FITS
When I woke up on Tuesday the fog was thick enough to cut it with a knife. Much much later it had disappeared. My late lunch in Chinatown wa...
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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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