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actually, I think I'm ultimately to blame for that.
a thousand lashes with a wet noodle for me.
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You know it's summertime at Candlestick when the fog rolls in, the wind kicks up, and you see the center fielder slicing open a caribou to survive the ninth inning. ~Bob Sarlette
Hating the New York Yankees is as American as apple pie, unwed mothers and cheating on your income tax. ~Mike Royko
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