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Scrine.com is back in business. Still lacking a decent mobile access, but we're getting close.
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“And Carl, this being your first time at the Las Vegas Competitive Marble Championships, I want you to stick especially close to Guntner; you keep your eyes open and you just might learn a thing or two.
Yeah, I got the nausea, fever and rash, but they seem to have failed to warn about the sudden urge I have to bark like a dog.
You remind me of the ventriculoperitoneal shunt in my head; once you served an important purpose, but now you just take up space and make me ache when it rains.
Anything worth doing needs a spreadsheet, except maybe love, although even that's debatable.
I negotiated for her survival, knowing full well I would never live long enough to see the restoration.
Turns out I can drive 55, for long periods of time, while playing lite rock at a reasonable volume.
I wanted to take you to where the creek meets the river, and show you that seculed place underneath the bridge where I keep my feelings in a crumpled up bag of chips.
In an attempt to stimulate creativity, Keith moved his desk, which is actually hardly worth mentioning, certaintly not important, and is probably the sort of thing I'm supposed to report on Twitter, if that's still a thing.
This country will never be great until we build a wall around Disney World to keep out undocumented alligators bent on the destruction of the 'mer'kan way of life.
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