| My internet died for good. All I can use is ICQ, ironically the
source of all of the spyware from the get-go. Oh well, I gave it
a good run.
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I was sitting at Arby's eating and minding my own business when an elderly lady walks up, pats me on the shoulder and said, "You look like Harry Potter." I've never seen her before in my life. True story. |
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| "Imagine how fat we could get if we were immortal."
"I'd chop his head off but I can't find his neck."
There can be only one. |
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| Tragic...just tragic. As tragic as an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert.
"Well, you just can't have everything go perfect [sic]."
Nope, you can't, and this was far from it.
Tchaikovsky is spinning in his grave. |
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| I am all that is Clifford!
Or Cassandra, I'm not sure which.... |
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