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November 24, 2005

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Quicquid

Your mom sounds real sweet.

billy rubin

you forget how dry mothers can be when they want to. i wasn't ready for it and blew the coffee i was drinking out my nose. the monitor cleaned up just fine though...

different indeed.

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