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ROTTEN BRAINS IN RED STATES
So my bright and optimistic idea of getting out of the house relatively early for a haircut, lunch, and afternoon tea, all punctuated by som...
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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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