DesertRat
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Joined: 11/29/2004 From: NM/USA Status: offline
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Pickles on a sandwich, olives on a pizza. Snakes on a plane. Sheesh! My mind is rotted. Driving in ones own, comfy, fast car, in control of one's own destiny, or stuffed into an aluminum cylinder and treated like a convict while hurtling through the air at 500 knots?
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When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro--Hunter S. Thompson It's crackers to slip a rozzer the dropsy in snide!--Chief Dead St. Knockout, 1933, Liverpool Damn the crops. I'll only find peace at the end of a rope.--Winston Van Loo, 1911
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