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Anyone else tend to be reminded of that cell phone commercial when reading the title of this thread? You know, the one where the guy's waiting and waiting, having to state his options aloud, and he state's his password, "big boy", "BIG BOY!".
Okay, I'm done.
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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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