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Thursday, June 15, 2006

Overheard 1

"Begmon Thaum, thou art a blaggard. May thy precious parts be shrivelled by the cold of days and turn into apricot pits, and may thy mandom become a runcible spoon."

Posted by Mr Moohoohaha at 6:22 pm

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