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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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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.
Barry is so square that his friends refer to him as "cubic."
After Corky's owner failed to pay the exorbitant ransom the poor Chihuahua's fate was sealed in a concrete slab.
Zebra went down in a spray of blood, still singing "Hakuna Matata."
Young Matthew was no match for the horny monkeys of Oz.
Xylophone music makes me gay!
Whose stupid idea was it to make a TV show and cartoon with a big, cuddly, purple T-rex?
Valour is a dying heart flaw.
Urdu at first seemed an ulikely language into which to translate the works of Nabakov.
The CEO whose one idea was the hotdog crust wished he would've established the heimlich maneuver as a hiring requirement, as unable to save him was delivery driver Ulu.
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