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implantable rutabaga
It was a tuesday midnight, and the turnips were rather orange that night. We were wandering around Ahern, and the pyramid in front of me spoke: "the troops are fucking shitheads." Surprised, I touched it and felt the flow of data transfer. Accepting, I now knew the location of my missing hat.
Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2006-12-09 13:39:00
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