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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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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.
You want more security and more profit and lower prices and more leg room and more data and more privacy and more safety and more speed and less expense and less risk and more entertainment and less reality and more choices?
You look like a guy who would know how to install a rear windshield wiper blade.
During the middle of the night I was a winning jockey who got the girl, then later a powerful attorney with both charm and money, and then right before I woke up I was deep in a jungle, able to leap and fly from tree to tree with almost no effort, so I'm sure it's easy to see which dream I would chose to be real.
I used to believe that if money couldn't directly buy happiness, at least it could buy good scotch, which was for years a good enough substitute, but lately I find that the scotch just gives me a headache and irritates my prostate.
Sunday the first shoe dropped; Monday the second shoe; now I am waiting on the third shoe to drop.
Damn you and your orthopedically sound choices axl; you and you're knee walker are not about to rock.
There will be flashbacks, dream sequences and adverbage galore, and the not-yet-existant editor can make honey with it.
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