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| quote: | Originally posted by Shakka
Thanks again. I ain't 30 yet! |
Yeah sure, whatever.
Damnit, I thought I had some company by now!
Happy B-Day anyway!
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Whence September dusk grows crisper still,
with leaves all crimson conquered,
I yearn to shout,
and dance about,
and stick pickles in my honker...
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