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While not all of the original comments or Scrineblog entries have made it home to roost quite yet, it appears the days of newscrine.com have come to a close.
Scrine.com is back in business. Still lacking a decent mobile access, but we're getting close.
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A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
2017 ~ 4
2016 ~ 89
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2014 ~ 138
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2012 ~ 433
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2009 ~ 2631
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To them it's just dinner but once they get the reference their rock and roll education will finally be complete.
Lucy officially lost her love of irony the moment the president began his press conference with 'you people'.
To tease the timeline, I would go back to 1800 and tell Thomas Jefferson about his destiny of ending up on the odd two dollar bill.
I've always considered Ted Nugent's Stranglehold to be a love song.
I've seen and heard more than I ever cared to see or hear; I resolve to pay less attention next year.
"Alisha's smirk vanished like hope after an election."
Coy Fu spent years looking for Janet in order to fully realize the prophecy of the calligraphed American letters tattooed on his arm one epic drunken night by Bud.
So call the Christmas cops.
Eventually books became so rare that it was necessary to enforce rationing, so each citizen was issued only a small handful of individual letters to read each day.
Except that the dog that lives across the river is yellow instead of black, a major scene in the novel I am reading was nearly word-for-word plagiarized from a short story I read a few weeks ago - good thing that the same author wrote both.
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