twenty fold machines in the rust dust hiding wedges picket fences cooldar gaydar mooning September gurls so pretty yet so lame forsake me my tooth is forsook just when special is not that special anymore i see a pig on the sunrise beckoning me to unleash Friday monitors over the hills and far away trampled underfoot led zep play funk but not as funky as Vanilla Fudge so does a white boy play funky music now does he? does he?
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Malaise is THE dominant human predilection.
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Originally Posted by The Virgin
what? i don't understand you. farming is for vegetables, not for meat. if ou disagree with a farming practice, you disagree on a vegetable. unless you have a different definition of farming.
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