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I've Seen More Intelligence In The Crotch Lice Of Harem Whores.

May The Irs Find That You Deduct Your Pet Sheep As An Entertainment Expense.

Whistler,' Manet Called. 'how's Your Mother?

I Think There Was Always Some Scrawny Dreamer Sitting At The Edge Of The Firelight, Who Had The Ability To Imagine Dangers, To Look Into The Future In His Imagination And See Possibilities, And Therefore Survived To Pass His Genes On To The Next Generation.

One Can't Be Free Without Action.