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Post by Jim on Sept 3, 2017 8:29:26 GMT
that's fighting talk, where's my scythe, I'll soon find your Achilles heel. I won't stand for it! I'll sit in this comfy chair and sulk. Cold chips off the pavement outside Granny Pollard's at dawn it is then! I choose the dog turds from the lockside at the back of Grandma Pollard's. That must be the shittiest lock in the known universe.
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